Will to fuck. Decimate the body.
Break the sake. Chrysene the beginning.
Move the end closure of white face.
Keep your mouth shut
Stick this gum underneath the table.
Bless these thoughts. Willing with your body.
Take her down. Silence floor to face.
Shut the fuck up.
Up in this mouth. Ceased round your neck.
Thieves in the house don't make a sound.
Fuck till you snuff. Breathe down her neck.
Sheets in your mouth. Face hits the ground.
They wont hear we wont breath.
Save the fear for the seed.
Throw out the left hand to steady the breathing.
The axe in the right hand, I almost can see it.
Rotate the axis that runs through the ceiling.
90 * 4 is beginning to rotate the axis.
Sugar falls, crystals comb the floor.
Vacancy occupied.
Bloodstain on the floor.
Vacancy terrified.
Crystallized vacancy.
White contact crystallized.
Obscured vacancy, vacancy occupied.
Push out fucked out spent whore.
Pull out what they came for
supported by 98 fans who also own “Gum Under the Table”
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