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lyrics
Nothing but a fucking void
Is what I see when I look at my property
All these memories I thought I own
are nothing but a mess of blurry oddities
not a single face
not a single name I can recall
I look hectically from right to left
And my fucking fingers tremble when I talk
Faint
Swoon
Numb
Please call me soon
Nothing but a fucking void, my property
What I thought I own, just blurry oddities
Not a single name, I can recall
Faint, swoon, numb, please cure me soon
Faint, swoon, numb, cleanse me
Dark, bleak, and brutal. This is a one-of-a-kind exercise in hopelessness that is beyond the pale and fully merged with ragged, blood-dripping aggression. Now add a touch of metal structure and excellent production. Jake
In terms of darkness and extremity we have reached a point here. There is a lot going on during this record but the theme of just utter fucking ugliness permeates. Beautifully grotesque. Great record. popcornpoopturd