Separate until the victor has a taste of what it worked so hard for. Come back with a vengeance, remove any speculation. The time we’ve taken to get back on the straight and narrow. Monotony, a waste of time.
Removed from reality with no direction. The sun will set. A far cry from certainty, cross paths with idle hands, reach for the pen and make your mark. Volatile in the face of this evolution illusion.
Take a glance at all that’s left. Conviction, in the way you shape the truth.
The sun is there to set, time waits for no one.
Shatter like glass, reborn. Mirror of a thousand words, shatter.
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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