The words we spit erode faster
Than a thousand years waves, but we smile and smile again.
Your eyes wilt flowers in our home,
Where complacency hangs from the ceiling
And deception stains Persian rugs
So bright they laugh at our dismay.
It’s funny how we settle for loathing.
The abrasive touch we exchange
Always gets mistaken for longing, but we go on trying and trying.
Nothing burns like your cold shoulder
Searing neglect
Your subtle lies spoken so sweetly are
Carefully chosen from your armory.
These wounds collecting dust make me just as pathetic as you.
It’s funny how we settle for loathing
But I can’t complain
I’m not allowed to.
My body stutters in your presence
And whatever’s left of me is undone.
I can’t be alone in my head
Thoughts like knives between the silence
And a presence like flu breath
Sickly
No place to hide our regrets
Seeping through the floorboards
Watched my feelings become weakness
Watched your specter crawl over me
Through me
Always eating
Like unappeasable weeds
And they didn't stop
Until we shared a mouth
Shared all resentment and doubt
Domination is a void
I put my life on hold for you
It feels cruel
Did you want to be cruel?
It’s always too late for people who never change
Who’d rather decay than carry blame.
Wish I could be the one to leave first
To watch the walls cave in on you,
To watch you swallow unrequited
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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
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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….
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