A disease in the breeze. Lost the skin off my knees. But I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. Eyelids cramp with a strain. Feel the breath on the brain. Minds a minute away. Lost my attention. Stubbed my toe in the haze. Let the brain contemplate. Watch it blacken and fade. I’m swollen with it. I am so irritated.
Crooked posture and slack. Got aches in the back. Leave me alone, you know I like it. There’s stench from downstairs. Something rotting down there. Not ashamed so I’ll deal with it. Feel a chill in the house. I found a hair in my mouth. Can’t get it out and I keep spittin’. I am so irritated.
Maybe I'm a loser, Like I lost my spirit. Whys this planet so fucking irritating?
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This album is packed to the brim with content. Every track is a unique journey, and seems to correspondingly reflect different influences. Fans of seminal mathcore bands like Converge, Botch, and Every Time I Die won't wanna miss this. To quote one of our users: "Best $1 ever spent." Christian Segerstrom