suppress self for the convenience of being
mute the colors till i'm just barely seeing
the doldrums and grey seem to be the only way
I can manage to stay upright and keep breathing
dead for the convenience of being
it seems everywhere a corpse they're needing
round peg the hole or get squished out the mold
i'd rather keep my soul but unsure i'd last the beating
pushed it so far down, bottom of the deep
though it resurfaced as some shit i didn't want to see
eventually integrated it into me
problems stemmed from shit that other people thought that i should be
identity thrown in the fucking bin
recidivism when i step foot in
100 radius of where my family live
not even sure if the shit's determinative
buy why risk it by being explicit
with information Samaritans didn't solicit
need to know basis, your clearance deficient
if don't ask don't tell is lying by ommission
then my whole life is one compuslive tic
your attitudes make me feel like repulsive shit
you won't listen to this so here's a fucking hint
this whole song's about liking dick
guts spewing out my ass
put that shit on my epitath
that the pressure was too great
fucked to death pounded right into the grave
and not in the good way
the good way never happens
cause i am severly lacking
in self confidence
because i feel like
shit
supported by 16 fans who also own “i feel like shit”
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