Purge (Alt)
Post-industrial minimalism infused with biological dread, A repeating 4-note motif mutates subtly, like a metamorphosis of parasite and man, Metallic percussion and filtered noise breathe in and out under the mix, creating a sense of organic decay, The atmosphere feels alive and growing—clinical body horror, Male vocal is low, monotone, processed, repeating simple phrases that erode over time, The sound is hypnotic, tense, and unsettling, like an organism being taken over trying to purge itself
V5
burrowed under fissure tight held inside without light Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Chelicerae pierce the thin outsider 'bued 'neath the skin Lesions flourish where growth should be Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Swallowed [the sorrow burrowed out of sight Isn't that nice? Swallowed the sorrow burrowed out of sight Isn't that nice? I think I'm gonna be sick I think I wanna end this pain I think I'm gonna hurl time to purge this stain purge this pain
