No one will heal, no wounds will dry
No one is safe
No one will flee from this
The wheel weaves deceit as it reels
The wheel weaves
No one evades this fucking mess
The wheel weaves deceit as it reels
Loathing disguised as a gentle request to stop
I resonate and implode as the palm I wish to sever nighs me anew
Hover between two equally sickening exits
Bend back into form or depart alone
Submit to an abiding internal conflict
No one will heal, no wounds will dry
No one is safe
No one will flee from this
But I choose to depart from you
I choose to depart from you
The wheel weaves deceit as it reels
The wheel weaves these sleeper vessels
Bound to condescend, pressured to break
Coersed to a limp communion
Sleeper vessels
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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
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021