Existence
Manifests itself in circles
Be it blood, be it birth, be it man,
be it time, be it age, be it dust,
be it death
Existence manifests itself in circles
Round and round it goes
Like a carrousel swinging us all around
Be it blood, be it birth, be it man,
be it time, be it age, be it dust,
be it death...
Take me off the carrousel!
supported by 11 fans who also own “Me Tem Psy Cho Sis”
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