Pages, scattered all over the floor
I’ve seen this happen before
To child that was left with a father, a son, a ministers child
Was there no reason to take this out on you?
Will you ever know, if so, tell me, why was she left with a stutter?
Listen to these words, you must go now
This is no home, leave, please,
I’m begging
Lying on the floor, screaming her throughout that door
Because I’ve seen this before
While we made god, tear us all apart.
Left in the cradle, wince alone
Now lying in her fathers arms.
supported by 9 fans who also own “Feed Me A Stray Cat”
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
supported by 7 fans who also own “Feed Me A Stray Cat”
You know that point where you have consumed perhaps just a little too much of your chosen intoxicate. That's this album.
Fucking heavy!!! Obstacle of Affliction