All good things must come to an end Everything ever known will one day be dead don't feel dread Good or bad or end or beginning Dont have any bearing or any real meaning there's nothing no point, no reason to improve, the state, of our world. Don't make a big deal of life, it means less than dirt, nothing but a mistake. Nothing but a false consciousness, seeking validation, grasping at straws. Making something of nothing but waste in us all We don't deserve life we don't deserve death We deserve to return back to nothingness We don't deserve life we don't deserve death We deserve to return back to All good things must come to an end Everything ever known will one day be dead don't (I?) feel dread Good or bad or end or beginning Dont have any bearing or any real meaning There's nothing No point, no reason to improve, the state, of our world. Don't make a big deal of life, it means less than dirt, nothing but a mistake. Try to be beautiful or what you will It’s but a vain attempt to save face The universe will end in cold discomfort, this tragedy Applies to anything you could ever achieve. It all ends in silence, nothingness.
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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