death of despair in progress
no coast no hope just cobwebs
suicide slow, glacial process
life as an inanimate object
so i steal my time back
write raps on reciept backs
paid break making beats slap
blank canvas paper scrap
plus whatever mobile shit i'm rolling with at the time
beatorator from the dungeons of 2009
is the most recent fetish that's been clawing at my mind
while the funds increase i watch my free time decline so
I wrote this song while i was at work
clocked in so much that it fucking hurts
get it how you lie, well i'm living at work
get the cash, pa, & tour or get in the dirt
wake up, clock in, clock out, sleep
wake up, clock in , clock out, weep
this shit's taking it's toll
my whole day under control
existence been put on hold
my hours sold, i'ts getting old
i'm told that's just reality
reality don't mean shit to me
if that's this that's the enemy
the status quo entropy can get like kennedy
violently made to unexist
the bullet meet brain blitz
though that sounds like bliss, i must admit
i feel that way cause life consists
of nothing but pointless toil and pained breathing
doing this tryna make the music break even
supported by 16 fans who also own “I Wrote This Song While I Was At Work”
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