You sew your eyes so tight in the corner of your room. Your friends are precious and now they are slipping away. This town is living corpse meant for the vultures wrath. You bury yourself in this tomb you call a home. Will you let the seeds of doubt take over the roots one by one. There was life in those veins. Now you fertilize the ground beneath you. There is no future. You will lose against the times. The only outcome will be you are your own worst enemy. That is all you got. You gave it away. The void swallows you whole. There was life in those veins. The eternal ache bleeds you dry. You dig your grave. Now you sleep in it. The final nail will be the last thing you hear.
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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