Drown your sorrows, fade to black.
Miles away free from any form of anxiety. An unhealthy cause to erase all that came before this, a slave for nothing.
Until the end of all we know, destitution.
When there’s a will there is a way, resist the urge and find a way.
A compulsion to drain away all that remains true, a senseless purpose binding oceans of remorse to the guilt you hold inside. Swallow down the grief that consumes you and bears witness to your vices statement.
One last time, one more taste, all I need to make this moment last forever. These black teeth are stale old memories.
While we sleep our beds will burn, our beds will be consumed by flames of ignorance. Even now is borrowed time, beds will be consumed by flames. Wallow in your ignorance, I will see you through this hell.
Beds will be consumed by flames.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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