What was her maiden name?
Was it martyr?
All those times she fell on the sword for me
Was it honor or instinct?
Are they one in the same for her?
I am equal parts ugly and ungrateful
Every thought is a scaffold in a vengeful scheme
Each new plot more insidious than the last
Broken wholesomeness
False innocence
My is hope is as fragile as her porcelain dinner plate
And it shatters as it hits the wall
Catapulted are the climax of a vicious conflict
Sometimes I get so mad, I can’t explain it
Sometimes I get so mad, I can’t explain anything
My smirk is an ice pick in my own mother
It wounds, but it doesn’t kill
I can’t breathe with all this guilt in my lungs
All this second guessing
It’s enough to make you choke
To think she’d wipe salty lake after salty lake from my face
How she’d nurse me back always
Always from bleakness
How quickly the well fed forget
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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