Red tint cassettes with four panel J-card inserts. Comes in individually shrink-wrapped jewel cases with all lyrics included and digital download card.
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lyrics
I hold nothing in my hands
And see no future
The emptiness is right but why
Can't I be content in my correctness?
There's no escaping the path because
In rejection it will flood
With disaster and the choices that never should have happened
You are the ghost
That I haunt
The specter I can't let sleep
Because
You'll never be less than the perfect fuel
For the most horrid
Solace eroding what's inside (me)
Exaggerate myself into being a target
Red stripes over skin
I know it covers nothing
But I'd rather forget
Just tell me you want to lose
Just release me
And say you'd rather be alone
These hardened flakes of disease
That entrench into my back
Reminders of when I'd set us up to breathe
But then just let it
Rot
Let it rot
There's no air in this factory
So let the pistons crush my
Dying lungs into dust
Crush them into fucking dust
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 “You Are the Ghost”
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