A halo of filth
Forms around your head
One final glimpse in the mirror
One last collapse on the concrete floor
Calls missed
Rid yourself from the world
“I cannot exist”
Shallow breaths drone on
The final bridge has been burned
Sprawled out with the rats
The cold moon overhead lulls you in
The light paints your face
Pale and colorless as the final fix seeps in
It’s what you’ve missed
A sharp tongue now dulled
Stripped of all identity
Another body, another statistic
Bound to sterile machines
The poison and virus within
Bloom like a lotus
Of calloused skin
Take the virus before it takes you
You lie lifeless in the womb
So plush
Return to dust
Nine lives spent
Succumbed to agony
“I cannot exist”
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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
Classic emo sing-a-longs trade blows with tormented post-hardcore passages on the Brooklyn outfit's powerful sophomore LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024