Tired of all the games that we play it’s all I know.
We live inside a paper castle, the walls are thin but it feels like a start.
It’s all I know. These Days peel away, repeat yesterday.
We’re standing on each other’s shoulders.
Find a way, need to erase all the mistakes made, gravity has taken over. I’m defiant but its too late to stay, we’re beyond the point of no return, too late. Into the grey.
The distance between us grows, looking to find solace from these paper walls. To see what could be, salt of the earth won’t touch a single thing.
It’s not your fault, climbing the walls, tearing at the seams.
Nowhere to run to, no one will save you, stuck inside a vicious routine, fade away. Into the grey.
Lay to rest nothing good will come from this. It’s all I know.
Now what haunts us is the truth.
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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