I'd rather endless sleep, endless sleep
I've grown at peace with the thought of an eternal slumber
Senses drowned out by constant noise, constant noise
Catastrophic failure, intensely vacillating
Here I stand bleeding out, echoes of sin, echoes of sin
These stitches slowly, rip free from skin
Painted an improper shade of guilt, shade of guilt
Everything comes pouring out, everything comes pouring out
Unstable paroxysm
Awash with fear
Fucking asleep, unable to free myself
It's breathing down my neck
I will paint you a proper shade of guilt
No amount of validation, you're staying nothing to me
Callous nature, the anguish and the sanity
I'm out of time and sick of grasping for words to define this
It's breathing down my neck
Constant hypervigilance
Forever watching over my shoulder
Never again
Painted a proper shade of guilt
Pain has displaced me
Watching over my shoulder
Never again, never again
I am not fit to endure
This fucking fear
My blood falls to the floor
Everything comes pouring out
Unstable paroxysm
Awash with fear
Unstable paroxysm
supported by 5 fans who also own “Paroxysm (Everything Came Pouring Out)”
I think the concluding song encapsulates what I most enjoy about this album: a defiant hopefulness that stands against the dark, determined to rise again when its knocked down, determined that it will know hope. archival_blob
supported by 5 fans who also own “Paroxysm (Everything Came Pouring Out)”
Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan