fear the vulture you are the carcass decaying in its stomach
you are despicable, finally fucking confronted
pulling at flesh, blood drips from the beak
the loathsome become more weak
predator is finally made prey, destroyed the odds to change their ways
scavenging birds dissipate the remains
bones rot into the ground, disgusting sounds
decaying in the stomach
the earth swallows, restarts the cycle, bones rot into the ground
vicious disposal of sickening immoral lives
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