This is the second track off our Lifeforce Records album "Internet Killed the Audio Star"
lyrics
She's the devil with amazing breasts.
He's a dreamer,
when he dreams of flawless escape.
[He's not alone, that seems to be enough]
[He's not alone, that seems to be enough]
I am a machine
A shell of what I dream.
I am you.
Crush us with high heels and coach bags, please...
Fuck my brains out,
innocence is out of style...
(Note: this changes the way I dream)
You coward...
You coward...
You coward...
Waiting, memorizing me.
Here: here's the helping hand holding a grudge
Looks like I'm the joke this time.
Incoming (worthless) message
[Please stand by]
I'm trying to help you
[Please stand by]
Please stand by, everything's a test.
Please stand by, you're a fucking test.
Trauma is god.
God's hand pushing me away.
I'm trying
to help you...
I'm trying
to help you...
You cried out softly,
that you "had to feel
one soft song to end it all".
So, I found the peace in melody...
credits
from Internet Killed The Audio Star,
released February 16, 2010
Wes Fareas - Gutar/Vocals
Jeremy Fareas - Bass
Bobby Gibbs - Drums
supported by 16 fans who also own “My Sweetheart, The Whore”
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