drag my fucking feet because existence is a chore
coping with substances hopelessness punishment for looking at the shit I can't ignore
the consensus it should be effortless
for me the day to day grind has been pleasureless
in fact i'ts crushing me
i subsist begrudgingly
participation as a sentient abrasion
stressed and ground into paste before i face disintegration
despite my best efforts i cannot seem to scuba through a
hadal zone i call home, pressure hits like
it's shit life syndrome
acute shit life syndrome
life gets shorter in number the days protracted
i watch cost of living rise as my spine becomes compated
gnarled and twisted wil to live promptly extracted
shown i'm worthless every day, cycle of poverty i'm trapped in
with no prospects, don't know what's next, prognosis is looking grim
i just watch all home for the future dim
while men of means are buying countries on a fucking whim
self neglect is required
bullshit life i don't desire
being alive is predicated on money
go to work, go to sleep, live poor die early
supported by 16 fans who also own “shit life syndrome”
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