Last words:
Crawling in vain, left behind
Don't kill me please,
Don't leave me here to die.
We're struggling too, but we don't care
Pumped full of regret until there's nothing left but fear
I stumble, I fall. I'm no one at all.
I call into an empty room,
But my voice just falls dead.
I cry until there's nothing left.
I scream until I spit red.
supported by 4 fans who also own “A Forest Of Dead Trees”
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