getting to the bottom of it I feel sad, lonely, abused and overworked
"don't focus on it, carry on as usual"
but I can't when it leaves every bit of me feeling empty, raped and degraded
and it takes and it takes and it takes and it takes and takes
and when it's done leaves me starving, shamed and violated feeling less than human.
"alienated like a son of a bitch"
questioning myself and everyone around me and why do these thoughts flow like silk from my lips?
why do they wretch themselves into my throat with such deadening ease and a sense of entitlement?
I probably shouldn't listen to 'em though,
'cause it hasn't got me out from under this 20 car 20 car pile up
where I'm stuck... feeling as gritty as the asphalt that caught my fall.
my whole world is changing every minute and there is not enough time for me to collect myself
before another piece of my character will be swept into the undertow
the overwhelming financial, emotional, and spiritual debt that we're all dying in...
leaves me feeling like nothing new, and nothing to write home about.
I am grossly overestimated, and rightfully judged.
this brain never works enough to keep up with the constant barrage of negativity
thank the gods of forgetfulness
for blessing me with 25 minutes and stage
for me to turn myself inside out on
for me to expose my tar covered parts to the crowd with, and thusly...
I will never know if I am cursed, I will never know why we are not going to hell, but stuck in it now.
you will start a doubt in yourself
you will start watching their feet
you will start hating their voices
and you will give in to their tyranny
you will find comfort in their recognition
you will be used until you're bled and dry
you'll become addicted to jealous slandering
you'll believe that you are perfect and right
I pray for food but god's a real prick
I know he'd off me in a second if he had his way
after all I am worse off than the lowest of the low
I know, because since birth he taught me... He always does this shit.
You will be remembered by only your failures
you will be crushed by the oppressive ceiling
you will be nothing and watch the world turn
and in the end you will know what it looks like from the fucking bottom.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Superspace: Broadway Theatre Style”
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
supported by 4 fans who also own “Superspace: Broadway Theatre Style”
This album is packed to the brim with content. Every track is a unique journey, and seems to correspondingly reflect different influences. Fans of seminal mathcore bands like Converge, Botch, and Every Time I Die won't wanna miss this. To quote one of our users: "Best $1 ever spent." Christian Segerstrom