Was it all for nothing, is it all a waste?
Every fucking second of everyday.
Sick thoughts that I'm worthless,
Killing time until the grave.
God won't answer me.
Death haunts my sleep.
Time goes slow when you live in fear as everything you love slowly disappears.
Cursed and aware, grown bitter in 20 years.
Was it all for nothing, is it all a waste.
Slip into the aether, waste away.
In the end what will come of us, buried six feet and fucking left to rot
We are nothing special, born from dust.
Over and over it keeps me awake
We were born into a noose, can you hear my bones break?
I try and I try but I can't run away from a cold sense of clarity. Death haunts me.
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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
Featuring founding vocalist Jesse Zaraska for the first time since 2004, the Milwaukee veterans' seventh album is a metalcore monster. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 12, 2020