So much yes for this song.
Cannot close our eyes.
Construction paper traffic. Corner office destruction.
The cityscape burns brighter by the hour.
Clock tower, bring us all down.
Marching like ants to the foundation of a higher form.
Trash. Capped and smothered. Trash bag. Trash hat.
Feed me fear. (Informal gluttony.)
Construction paper lawns. Force-fed attention grabber.
When will you learn?
First come first serve.
The all you can eat trumpet. Playing the tunes of our death.
Breathe. Now blow. Now blow.
Let it be heard.
The preacher’s talent is going through the airwaves.
(I need to be led in the right direction. Set up the bumpers. Running in the gutter.)
The little kids taught me well.
But I wonder why they don’t listen anymore.
(It’s a television nightmare).
Eat and watch, eat eat eat. What they feed.
Corner office tubes. Give me the best view in the hut.
Feed me fear.
Only one word describes this:
Drunk orgy music.
Gravity is just a feeble plot.
Beneath the Massacre’s Incongruous is an utter behemoth of aggression in every respect and resolutely devoid of any flaw. 10/10. Good luck beating this for best metal album of 2012.
What a fucking great song, I don’t give a fuck what you say.