i want to live
but not like this
fantasies every day of being pink mist
i want to live but not like this
do i end this languishing or just continue it
exhile born of necessity, self imposed tho unintended intensity
should i ingest the delayed nightshade recipe
i don't know, i sense hesitancy
desperately clawing inside of the coffin
a gun with one bullet, a key i've forgotten
could open the lid end the day at the office
but i would face basilisks that i've begotten
and some oppose, that's other owned
can't tell apart, when juxtaposed
i don't know, we're not close,
relationship status been undisclosed
cause i fear retaliation,
haven't had time for assimilation
of thoughts that my breathing should face cessation
unsure if origin is situation
requires more analysis
as to why i tolerate the stimulus
that leaves me feeling like life is frivolus
straight pointless and full of other stupid shit
sentient water balloons, deep in the SHU, spike strips line the room
if we're gonna get popped, then whats the use,
budd dywer, 1444 on loop
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