Do you ever feel like you're drowning, like a giant black tentacle's wrapped round your leg
and it's pulling you down into the murky black depths as you gurgle and beg and you say
"No, this can't be happening! This is not possible!"
And your stinging eyes fill with dread - You're surrounded by the void, blue cadavers of your family and friends.
It's surreal, and you're sounding desperate waterlogged screams as your sink to the bed, and you say
"No, this can't be happening! This is not possible!"
And you stare into an eye so red, and a voice says
"How many corpses do you have to see before you believe that everyone's dead?"
Did you ever feel the sensation of a rusted harpoon tearing into your flesh
when it's pulling you up into the tangled black mass of a fisherman's net, and you say
"No, this can't be happening! This is impossible!"
As you gasp and sputter for breath - You've been captured by a ravenous crew who want to hasten your death.
They will feed on your carcass, then eat all of your friends until no one is left.
You'll never understand. You'll never suffer this. It is impossible.
Until you look into my eyes, and then you see you're just like me.
How do you cope when everyone close to you dies?
A struggle to keep your head above the surface.
It's pulling you down; that must be rough!
Kicking and screaming with no assistance must be rough.
Long-time Boston spazzy math-punks take a deep breath and make their best and most dynamic record. Enigmatic lyrics and an overall atmosphere of paranoiac dread hang atop it all. Best of 2013 contenda Hex Map
Propulsive feedback-soaked basement punk jams from Boston expatriates now hanging out in cow country. RIYL dirty carpets, jumping around and slipping and hitting your head on the water heater, parties Hex Map