Seek the answers you will find only confusion, let them tell you everything.
This facade is a farce, a mouth full of dust, a cup full of ashes. Need to find resilience, feel the pressure building.
Looking for a way out, an act to escape reality. So numb in this world.
A grain of sand in time, pendulous decent. There’s no stopping the gears from turning. You came from wandering consciousness.There’s no stopping the gears of this machine (of war). Comprehend ignorance under illusion, never question anything.
Force-fed their lies, form a queue, take sides. Is this what you imagined? There’s no stopping the truth from coming back to haunt you. Wash your hands clean again, there’s no stopping the truth.
Will the question provide an answer?
Be warned, we know what shouldn’t be taken for granted.
What has become tainted, be warned we know. Gears of this machine.
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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