nobody cares about your dumb pain
what a shame?
cry me a river, babe
so we can drown in your theatrics
we've seen this performance before
that's right,
your grief is a predictable motif
"fuck your everything"
is what i would have said
when i was dead
or rather
unborn
a treacherous recluse
devoid of christ's guiding love
so you love drugs?
join the fucking club
we all wear matching apathy
and earn masochistic badges
so you transcend?
wait till you taste skid row
we'll plant your torture garden
and we'll watch that shit grow
devils in your ear
devil in your residence
god left this hell hole long ago
so we bathe in sin
front lines of tireless shame
family and friends
have been exhausted
mother bear,
where were you when papa forced my head to his waist?
were you washing the blood off my whites?
or hanging bleached lies on dancing clotheslines?
oh you weak honey-soaked maiden gal
what good are those fangs?
or mighty roar?
when your skull is thicker
than your bovine denial
we shall forever stay
fuck toys
credits
from Cruel Spring,
released June 28, 2019
Recorded, mixed and mastered by Jay Maas
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