I know shit when I smell it I smell it all the time/The world is your problem and you are mine/I know bullshit when I hear it I hear it everyday/I’ve gone on to the dead end of life and I don’t go away/I end up with the whingers/It’s the way I want to go/We can all whinge together/It’s the only thing we know/What fun to depress each other until we're all depressed to death/No achievements that mean anything or we wouldn’t be us I guess/Everything we plan together comes down to just me and you/So we end up doing nothing/What the fuck else can we do?/Why pretend we're getting anywhere when we end up on square one?/Pleasing ourselves might not be so important but at least its fun/Here we come to be ignored by the world and its human horde/Everything we do turns to shit/Here we come to be ignored/Irritate or outright abhorred/We all know that we are shit
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth