The Sound That Ends Creation - "Memes, Dreams, and Flying Machines" 12"
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lyrics
Lambs sent to the cosmic slaughter.
All they want a drink of water.
Maybe a bed
to rest their head.
Nothing special, just the
basics of life,
instead of strife.
Edge of a knife.
The peasants begging,
the king just sitting,
while he's pretending to give a shit.
We all keep slaving,
we all keep buying.
We're all complying.
While they steal our life from underneath our feet just like a rug.
We're all just flies
eating a piece of shit
made from lies,
tastes so good!
You can assume
only point of life
is to consume,
tastes so good!
We're eating crumbs and chemicals.
While they eat fancy caramels.
We're lost, we're hopeless, and losers,
unknowing prisoners.
Hopefully one day we'll take back our livelihood from their stacks.
Why am I kidding myself?
We only care about oneself,
so we will kiss the boot.
supported by 63 fans who also own “Slurp'n Up That Ice Cream Baby”
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