Well I woke up this morning
And went down to the river
And I laid down on the banks
I dipped my hands in the water
And though I found it to be cool
I could not give a word of thanks
'Cause I woke up this morning
And went down to the river
And I feel down on my knees
The banks were filled with children
Coughing up blood and spitting out
Their bellies swollen up
With disease
And when you pray to your god
You tell him that you heard this song
And you remember what I said
I have no love for any god
Who puts a child on this earth
Only to suffer and be dead
One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204
I initially found this to be rather meandering after the brutal immediacy of What One Becomes, but within the improvisational void lies an amorphous beauty. Sugammadex