before they hang men
they cover their faces
with old pillowcases
to erase them
you parade in hiding
wholesomely abiding
i can’t obey cause i cannot behave
o! the sun looks gorgeous
from the prison today
i keep my lover
in a french faience vase
i’ll join them soon
in our unmarked grave
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