I got blood on your white, silk sheets
Redder than your blushing cheeks after you hurt me
Clearer than your eyes that never conceal
I wish you knew how to bury yourself
In fertile, garden soil
Hidden from inner bloodhounds
Whose snouts and teeth
Do the bidding of your self pity
Your inward disdain
Serves as a treat to your outward contempt
All hatred is self hatred
As you graft your portrait onto the other
To obscure
Who you refuse to understand
You'd gnaw your arm off before you'd lend a hand
I hope the weight of a thousand confrontations
Crushes me into the perfect boyfriend
Change me from a passive observer
To an active enabler
I still hold the shears that freed me from my lips
I can't recite the sensations that accompanied the dizzying descent
Into our quiet oblivion
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
Imagine the voices of every person from every conversation you ever had suddenly talking in your head ALL AT ONCE at 5x the speed in a sheer hatred directed solely at YOU while you’re withdrawing and having terror inducing hallucinations while every single person on earth is talking about you, worse yet they’re laughing at you at the same time in glass shattering high pitched shrieks and they have no eyes, just empty sockets, grinning with nails for teeth til they catch you up….
Have fun you 🫵 Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
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