I'm sick
I've got a disease in my skull
Keep at arms length
Or it will spread to your bones
I'm trying to find the cure for the days
When it feels like I'll never be okay
And all I've found
Is the cure lies six feet underground
I'm mutilated
I have no patience
I've fought and struggled
But I've lost my battles
Simplify
My antidote
By killing me
Killing me
I need the doctor
I need the pills
Where are the answers?
I'm running uphill
I'm turning the knife
On myself
The bleeding's internal
It's lethal
It kills
This sickness
Get away
This sickness
Get away
My sickness
Get away
(Don't ever think you'll fix me)
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
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner