Red tint cassettes with four panel J-card inserts. Comes in individually shrink-wrapped jewel cases with all lyrics included and digital download card.
Made by Cryptic Carousel
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lyrics
I poured myself into you
Like gasoline onto the fire
Of a house that I hated (that I hated)
Cysts screech in my pockets
Of the foolish martyrdom in abstinence
Acceptance is so desperate
Let anyone bear witness
Make me impossible to misinterpret
But I'm only halfway
And my skin is still opaque
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Drills whipped into a fever pitch
Fervent fratricide politics of body and mind
Accepting chest wounds with bliss
Romance is dead and I killed it
Romance is dead and I buried it
Inside the spinal fluid of leather-bound entries
Romance is dead and I killed it
I don't remember what it's like to feel this way anymore
I don't know how to act or what to do with myself
I'm going to explode
(Killed it, I killed it)
(Killed it, I buried it)
(Killed it, I killed it)
(Killed it, I buried it)
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Drills whipped into a fever pitch
Fervent fratricide politics of body and mind
Accepting chest wounds with bliss
Take your fucking fake world
And detonate it
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
Love is the miracle that we fabricate
The latest and greatest mathy grind from Brooklyn featuring our very own Ashley on guitar and Vox. The slashy guitars and manic drums will cut you to pieces. Detach the Islands
supported by 21 fans who also own “Love Is the Miracle We Fabricate”
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