Was it the lycan curse
Or the sanguine thirst
That drew our lips and fangs to the vein?
That made us bite to break the skin
That made us indulge in every sin
We are infected, sadistic, hedonistic
Bleeding oil from what’s left of our flesh
Empty, hungry, depressed and insecure
We sold our souls along with the only cure
Fix me God
Fix me God (There’s nothing)
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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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