I bore coldness as a coat,
The layers on my hide bring me comfort
But when the mold grows heavy and old,
The skin must be exchanged for peace of mind
Void of heart the shell holds strong as iron
Must rebuild, must remake with assurance
I'd rather fall prey to the wolf in sheep skin
Than be the first to bear the fang and claw
Gather pieces forging a new salting the earth and removing the roots
Twisted overgrowth can only be cut out, but a fertile pulp will take it's place
Wide eyes gleam and open again, the husk and hull no longer remain
A welcomed return to an exposed core, my world no longer clad in armor.
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Wolf Must Shed”
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