blames herself for the abuse he created
i blame my deficient omnipresence
any idea what that does to a marriage?
picture razor blades between fingers and nails
i can't stop this vivid savagery
daydreams of wondrous gore
funny how trauma
unlocks the sadist's prison door
lay a hand on her
and that's the first part of you i burn
but by no means the last
"why pursue violence" they say
"i mean, what does it even accomplish?"
i don't know,
maybe i finally gain a wink of sleep
maybe she and i embrace
and dance on top of his sorry corpse
if you find god
wont you convey a message for me
wont you explain to him the depths
the extent of my resentments?
this doesn't end in resolve
who are you to judge my confessions?
you who put "good" and "evil" in quotation marks
i know what you're about
and it's grotesque
we share veins and heirlooms
and our hand-me-downs have turned varicose
i swear on my life
no one will touch her again
we sleep with a glock 30 sf
and we wear knife wounds for eyelids
i have not the heart for desertion
but loathing just arrives
so naturally
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
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022