Wait!
Despite Suggestion
My lungs stay hammered
Its rife depression
That grips my chest so tight that my lungs don’t have enough room to properly expand
Taste life’s awful taste, it tastes so wrong, its unbearable
Just try and
Breathe deep, feels cheap
Oh god… are you there?
Idle as stone, watching me squirm, watching me squirm
Like a worm on the driveway
“Its alright, Its alright, Its alright…
I’m completely fine you don’t need to worry”
Wait! honestly, I don’t feel right
Is it alright not to feel like this is real life
Got to remember to breathe right
Fake, Its all like plastic
Fake, You’re all so fucking full of shit x2
So hard to care about anything
When nothing has any fucking meaning
Don’t feel the need to breath, to breathe
Don’t feel the need to eat, to eat
Don’t feel the need to sleep, to sleep
Just feel the need to get fucked and fucked up
Everyone around me
Making things so suffocating
Id rather be somewhere else
Why do I fake a smile to sleep at night?
Why do I steady breathe?
When all I want to do is die
die
die die
die
Apparatus partners-in-grind Dionaea. This new album is so much more than that though, incorporating elements of post-rock ambiance as well as shredding grind techniques. An Isle Ate Her
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