Incisions and sutures burst
Sanguine flood
A gash at the slough
Setting sun
Solvent rage
A gash at the slough
Blood seeps, drenching the wool
Rising spire
The venom is in
Surge through the seams
The edge of the knife
Draws an outline
The venom is in
Sedated flora
The sound of a pulse
Cacophony unheard
The sound of a pulse
Unheard
Iron bath seeps, drenching the wool
Washing with acid
Crawl across vomit
“Don’t bite back your oppressors”
But all I hear are the crashing of hammers
Rain, bring me peace
Help me to see
Power is war
Filth proposition
We reject
I begin to see with my own eyes
I lay waste old flesh, I kneel at the altar in this church of violence
Rain, bring me peace
The rats be damned, the drums begin to pound
I slit my throat for the offering
Break my fingers one by one but you forgot I have the knife
With every breath
I lay my life to this everlasting light inside this church of violence
supported by 18 fans who also own “The Suffering Is the Point”
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