My December
Overkill · Other Songs - Overkill
When I hear your private lies, I don't feel any better
Clouds will gather over me, rain will soak me down
As I remember, my December
Just to the left, upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
Nothing but the truth is all I wanted
Everything I had was always counted
Clouds will gather over me, lightening strike me down
As I remember, my December
Just to the left, upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God that squeeze me
To the firestorm that feeds me, in my December
In a world too much for the likes of a man
Who can't remember
Clouds will gather over me, in misery I drown
In my December, my December
Just to the left, upon what is left
Upon the left side of the dawn
Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces
Of the last December morn
From the hand of God that squeeze me
To the firestorm that feeds me, in my December
In a world too much for the likes of a man
Who can't remember
My December
Overkill's "My December" stands as a defining track within their progressive death metal catalog, showcasing the band's signature blend of technical precision and atmospheric heaviness. Released during a period where the group expanded beyond traditional thrash boundaries, the song exemplifies their ability to integrate complex time signatures and melodic interludes with crushing riffs. The recording captures the band's evolution into a more diverse sonic landscape, balancing aggression with the intricate arrangements that characterize their later work. As a staple of their discography, the track remains a testament to Overkill's commitment to pushing the boundaries of extreme metal while maintaining a distinct, recognizable identity.