I want to watch you dig your own grave smother yourself in your own words/Your TVfashioneducationopiniontalkfriends/I want to see you ignore your demise don’t call for help when you start to suffocate/Just keep piling your shit onto me all I can see is you shitting in fear/I need to hear you plan your demise without knowing what your going to say/Talk and talk with no consequences defend your right to have your own say/I need to hear it when you justify to me your ways of living and my problem to you/Ignorance of what you have to know your so stupid how can it be true?/I’ve come to watch you running around waving your arms and shouting abuse/Tighter and tighter in a smaller circle I'd try to help but I see no use/I wonder if I'm doing the same I feel fear that I'm just like you/Your grave can be a warning "Keep Changing Or You'll Be Here Too"/Bury yourself in cynicism, doubt, self superiority, bury yourself right out
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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