Undeniable apprehension filling up the void. Anathema, a rotten purpose that feeds off your warmth digging its claws in deeper underneath the skin. Unoccupied messenger tell me secrets, tear away 'til paint is old and cracked. Absence of allure, an abundance of hate flickering on and off like a broken light. Face this conception, a different contusion.
The fog has lifted, reveal a strangers eyes peering through the keyhole. Adjust your eyes to see through the keyhole. Slave away, words will remain unspoken. Turn what’s inside out, change the face of things to come.
Make a choice before its too late, unparalleled perception awaits, let them hear your voice. Here I stand in time with you.
The way you speak into my ear spreading lies.
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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