Tongue tied, Limp dick
incessant masturbation will coil around itself
I'm flies sucking shit
In lieu of the reverend nation
my blood will wash away the sins of modern man
just one more line'll do
its kinda funny because I always say that but it never does
sitting in my car before class
fat blunt, skinny heroin
when you're high you dont feel oh so lonely
so lonely...
What the fuck am I living for?
It's bromidic I'm fucking bored.
fuck this shit.
Postmodern Anxiety
"Calm down, Calm down, Calm down, Calm down
Dont freak out dont freak out dont freak out
you dont want to have an anxiety attack"
Mother man... She steadily rapes me
standing on the edge of constant doubt, i throw myself
Dear God,
Are you there? I'm on my knees I'm begging for you to show yourself... Quickly... before I fall
...but nothing ever fucking happens
and im stuck here crying, crying on my knees I can't go on
Im such a fucking piece of shit
God why wont you speak to me
I cant keep from crying when I think about what all this really means
oh its no fucking wonder we're all so fucking miserable
What the fuck am I living for?
Postmodern Anxiety.
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