This toxic way of thinking, this tired state of mind
This sickening, synchronous shaping of
Tired eyes, wasted time
These realizations of pointlessness
Impermanence and unimportance
Meaningless circles,
Drawn and traced, burned in place
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
Sore hands screaming and begging for break,
Blisters boil, inattentive fingers shake
What is the problem when you're endlessly entertained
The chalked circle is drawn,
Over again and again and again
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
All the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
All the same
Staring at the clock, it's never ending
Eyes dried out of focus
To the ground descending
Where is the outrage?
What have we done?
Our days are over?
Theirs have never begun
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
Cult leader has been an underrated great band. Heavy, intelligent. I saw them a couple times including this past year. Would hope they tour in 2024. Son Nguyen