A fat oily man who likes to laugh
But I’ll get mine last
To be merry, to be mad
To be wealthy, to be rich
To be influenced and influence
I’m stuck
In your
Machine
We climbed up all seven
So we could burn in all nine
Guilty of all seven so we’ll burn in all nine
You’ll be baptized in fire
While you’re sipping your wine
That’s fine, that’s fine, that’s fine, fucking fine
Leave them to me, these are but beasts and devils
Leave them to me, enjoy your feast and revels
Leave them to me, they’ll burn with my humanity
I became the beast I promised never to be
But that’s only because they fucking made me
One (burn)
Last (burn)
Jest (burn)
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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
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