She's got a skin
I can't respect
I've got plastic
Rhythm on my side
She was dressed by serpents (just for me)
She was dressed by serpents
So I leant in.
And never before had sweeter sentiments been whispered in her ear
Except for last night
and the night before,
and the night before.
Self esteem held at last seasons knifepoint
And judgement clouded
Dropwise.
At the end of the night all that's left
Is an ugly smear where her mouth once existed
Wishing they'd fight fair
Fight fair.
Fire?
With Chekov's gun
Between your legs
It would be rude not to.
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