There are some things i just won't give up
Recall you hoping that I'd fit right in
While you cleaned your glasses
I sat in silence and wanted to go back home
I fell asleep on the bathroom floor
I Kept a halo around me
I cut the lines real clean
I'm ashamed of myself
There are some things that I don't want you to see
Would it be worth the time
To call you up and get high tonight
Toss the rock in the kief
Put the torch to the piece and it's a mask of me you'll see
We share the bathroom as we brush our teeth
You tell me your scared of dying and I'd have to agree
Bathed the foil in fire
Leave me alone man I'm tired
I'm swear i just want some sleep
Im slowly sinking away please don't follow holding my breath into tomorrow
Drinking this bottle down to the bottom
Searching for a feeling I will never find
never find, in this light
And I swear, I swear that I'm sorry
I'm too far gone it's too late to save me
I've lost my sight fucked up priorities
Searching for a feeling I will never find.
credits
from CLOSED/DOORS,
released February 21, 2017
Recorded and mastered by Logan Beaver
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