Honeybun,
Do I have your permission to drown?
I want to drink you until my lungs fail
Touch until my skin leaves me
I’ve felt the sting of local indifference
When they scream “no mercy”
They mean it
I know that cold all too well
And it
made me
Disagreeable
You can throw your love
Down my throat
all you want
But I have this habit
Of finding death in all walks of life
And stuffing my face with second chances
You can fuck me
Just don’t ever let me in
Not as long as there’s still part of you
That wants to see tomorrow
You don’t want to find yourself
In my body
I spent years in the underlife
Without so much as a thought or a prayer
I am what I did
And I was
supported by 52 fans who also own “Cedarwood Soap”
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