Now, it's finally out of my hands
Taken back by the world you stole
Now, it's finally out of my hands
Taken back
This is how the end begins, the harbingers are here
Will they ever listen? Will they ever care?
Backs against the wall you're just covering your ears
Listen, it's here
Confined to a single thought and deaf to all the rest
Seeing all the world in red, I know this isn't what's best
Skirt the conversation, start the rot
Admit your intentions
Are you breathing? Are you bought?
Find your own way out of this mess
You're left hanging, lost and helpless
I am just a hypocrite indebted to your wars
Stretch across my eyes and fill my vision with wanting more
I can feel the burden, feel the shame
Of this crumbling blunder in a picturesque frame
Find your own way out of this mess
You're left hanging, lost and helpless
Watching as it turns again, and all according to plan
Given time, they will see the world in crimson
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
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren