Twist my mind
We're on the road to no end
Behavior to keep me so suspected
The void, the void
The hollow place I found myself
Black roses red, a grace from the fountain
The everlasting pressure against my chest
From the inside
My filth
At last I choke!
Finding myself in a moment of bliss,
a shimmering state of my core
Finally able to have some balance on my own
As a contrast
to a past filled with shackles and thorns
I carry a jewel of hope inside
a labyrinth of branches
Built up and safe
Fail, how much I failed before
I realized the state,
the hollow state which I was in
The void, the void
The hollow place I found myself
Black roses red,
a grace from the fountain
Facing my ghosts
I am in a labyrinth of branches
Towards the crown,
climbing upside down
Facing my ghosts
supported by 11 fans who also own “Escaping the Black Hole”
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