No one laughed
No one clapped
Buried dreams
Worked to death
Feasting hounds, gather ‘round
No one laughed
No one clapped
Buried dreams
Worked to death
Unbox the rapture, the Earth has passed on
But keep your nose to the goddamn grind wheel
Work to those fingers to the bone
You’ll be taught to rot like the rest of us
Desperate
For some rest
Clawing for
A way out of this hell
A way out of this hell
We were born bent over the barrel
Born to be poor and suffer
Working so hard for what?
Working so hard all in vein
I’ve had enough, I’m ready to sleep (Sleep)
I’ve had enough, I’m ready to sleep (Sleep)
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
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