Fly trap open. Your mouth is a gaping wound.
Septic; you choke on the garbage that you spew.
This is a desperate time, and your rotten brain can't control its cancer valves.
But I have lilies sit on my table. I cover my home in flowers,
So I don't need the windows. Detroit: you've finally won.
I've locked myself inside you.
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon