You say the vultures are calling for your last breath. And the rhythm of your heartbeat stopped for no more pain, you’ll ask for death by name.
Skin deep, solace in violence. Self destructive catharsis. We fan the flames on yourselves. There’s no warmth in burning just ashes.
Try and clip your own wings before they can, try and cope with a blood soaked smile.
there’s no warmth in burning just ashes.
We’re in a car crash and painfully aware of the motion, covered in stains that will never wash away. just reaching out for a sense of peace in the rain.
Like reaching hands that never, like reaching hands that never connect.
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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
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018