I tasted it all and spit it out
The blood on my lips, the vomit's child
The hands on my neck
strangling the oxygen
while my steering eyes
freeze an image and I fall backwards into fire
Colliding with glass
splintered into my materia
Lust burns and shadows rise
around that being
Its' actions out of control
when set to demolish
Embodiment of death
feeding the ego-spawn
In the desert night like echos
of hollow breathes its' soul
How long will the taste
of another's fall strengthen it
to continue its' downhill spiral
...to nothingness?
Ain't it obvious that it dries us out
with its' disgust,
imprisoning us with anti-will?
Kneeling to it makes us go apathy
without lust for existence
Does it understand its' own nature
turning us all into parts
of the great machine?
Must be stopped, must be destroyed,
must die, must die, must die!
It's the great black night horror of the world,
a disgrace to our eye,
a commander of death
It shall fail even at the state of attempt
to rule us by the lie
Into the chamber of apathy goes that line
Dismantle at atomic womb
It shall fail even at the state of attempt
to rule us by the lie
Into the chamber of apathy goes that line
But, we shall bow to it no more!
supported by 11 fans who also own “Chamber Of Apathy”
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