Born bound
Kept caged
Pent-up
Enraged
Born bound
Trapped in this maze
Born a black-lunged bull, breastfed sour milk
Forced to sleep in my own fucking filth
Forged in fear and loathing, a bull in kid’s clothing
And if it ever comes down to me or you then I’m bringing a fucking shovel
I am pure fucking interia, the years of abuse unwound
I am pure fucking consequence, stomping your fucking face into fucking the ground
I can’t eat or sleep until I see you bleed
Blood-soaked feet keeping rhythm with my heartbeat
drag your face, paint the walls like an artist
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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