Look at what you made me do
Your pathetic
apoplectic
Covered up with
dirt and blood
Fucking get it,
Jesus said it
My torture’s forced under
the porch
A cystic-maggot-blister, I rot
Under the porch she’ll stay
A well dressed corpse
In a pissed-on grave
Under the porch I’ll lay
A depraved man
And his his faithless dame
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