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lyrics
Faceless force
Clueless eye
A disintrested man
Unscarred of humiliation
Points
The channel
Lights up
The vision burns present number 10
Turns the film
Into ash
Ears go deaf
It falls to sleep
The voices come up
Knotting the nerves
Eternal distress
Weep
Mouths crying
Shouting for more
We turn up in endless copies
Split the solar system in halves
Devour the milkyway
Pull down all the stars
We spit it out as a small dot
In it's mind we appear
In it's own thoughts
It dreams us
It dreams us
The search for sense ends
In it's own thoughts
It dreams us
It dreams us
The search for sense ends
We spend twenty years in coma,
Then show them the world of silence
We point out the right way
To cope with
To treat
To find it's way
We both melt
Collapse
Collapse
Bleed
If there are shapes
If "we" still exists
I don't know
Where I am
When I wake up
And in the morning
I don't know
Where I am
When i wake up
Exist
Exist
Exist
Exits...
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