I know I got this under control
Arms bent and twisting back like a new age christ on display as insects in glass cases
White hums along
Gets stuck in between your teeth
Turn the frequency up again
Hogtied to the back of your car
I see the light, I see the tunnel, as my life flashed before me
Deathbed confessions will loot your home
Count backwards from ten
And I need a cigarette as the armies tap the floor
Like vermin in the attic forming nests
Holdfast
There's wisdom in my thirst
Trials, trials, trials
Give me some rest
Don't look down, the edge is near and no one pulled the cavity out
And don't look downstairs
It's over
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A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer
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One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021