smother me underneath your pretenses
helping hand hammerfist blunt force weapon
knuckle scalpel incision, infection in the depression
we applied salt, advice based on deception
it's my fault, but i was coerced
did what you wanted, and now i'm hurt
your best intentions only sewed discontent
i will never listen again
i'm not sick like you want me to be
about to burst, girth from these jagged little pills
force fed, i said, i'm not fucking ill
made to be, painfully, side effects could possibly kill
maladaptive, still use it to cope when i know it will
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