Carry all your weight in gold.
We'll see how far you've come; bury your head.
Cast in all your lots, and sing free.
We're blessed with affluence,
But cursed with a narrow mind and a beggars sign
And a face that's lined with a shallow smile.
So cast in all your lots.
Sparing rational,
staring fractional,
counting fourth to first to last to blue to brilliant,
draining me dry.
Survive.
Cold sweeps.
Find your warmth where you can.
In war.
In hand.
In peace.
Find your warmth where you can.
Self-pride.
So consuming.
Find your modesty.
So cast in all your lots and sing free,
we're all about to give effortlessly.
Our burdens want to leave with our pride,
and our weight in gold to bury,
so cast in all your lots.
supported by 10 fans who also own “Dry Springs, Empty Wells”
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
supported by 10 fans who also own “Dry Springs, Empty Wells”
Alix has NO ONE that can do what she does as far as I am concerned. This album is incredible and I can not more highly recommend it. Get every manhunt song you can. Bitchy Jennai