Try and fill your life with the things you've lost
With everything you've never had
You're just a walking guilt trip
Nothing but a shallow puddle of shit
Fuck the who you are
Fuck who you pretend to be
A scream for attention with shitty intentions
You come from a shit house with shit people and a shit life
You hate yourself
I hate you too
Fuck your cries for help
Fuck who you pretend to be
No one has a sliver of respect for you
Cause you weep a never ending sob story
Fuck who you are
Fuck who you pretend to be
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