Metal. Synthwave. Haunting. The X-Files. Young Medicine's new album Cold Blooded runs an epic gauntlet of genres. Get it on a beautiful 6-panel digipak CD with a 12-page lyric booklet designed by Josh Hurst himself.
Featuring a blazing array of synthesizers, drums, and heavy guitars, wrapped seamlessly around thought-provoking lyrics and showcasing the band's "Warped-Tour-meets-Synthwave" sound Cold Blooded is an electrifying addition to the bands repertoire. Including everything from hard-hitting djent rhythms, retro synth tones, combining heavy '80s synths with a mix of Post-Hardcore and modern Metal, Young Medicine takes fans on a sonic journey through haunting narratives, self-reflection, and powerful musical landscapes. Young Medicine is just getting started. Stay tuned.
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lyrics
Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave
So here’s my last reward for years of suffering
Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
Buried alive with my thoughts long ago
Suburban mausoleum I once called home
No doors and no windows allowed
Surviving on whispers and rumors for now
See all these places that I used to know
Withered and crumbling memories made of stone
What’s left but the deafening sound
Of emptiness filling the air all around
The stars I used to believe in
Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines, deceived
Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave
So here’s my last reward for years of suffering
Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy
With zero volunteers to carry me away
Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
Always a sucker for heart wrenching hope
But somehow terrified that I’ll die alone
My fault not wanting to be found
Hide and seek champion, 3 decades down
Lack of attention, I’m starved to the bone
A self-inflicted, kind of tragic syndrome
Autopsy shows nothing resounds
In my head the echoes have all faded out
The stars I used to believe in
Nothing but satellites, uninspiring machines, deceived
Waiting for that final day I get the unmarked grave
So here’s my last reward for years of suffering
Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
Poorly written poetry, a worthless eulogy
With zero volunteers to carry me away
Too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
I was always too blind to tell, I sank this fatal knife in myself
"I've watched you do unto others as you imagine they've done to you." Hell yes. I feel this in my soul. Honorable mention: The End of the World. The very last few seconds of the track gives me that tingly feeling. attheleftthere
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