If you're looking for something wildly original and deliciously twisted, get yourself a copy of Sick Society. Complex poly-rhythms, growling bass lines, electrifying guitars, hyper-literate lyrics and sinister, demented vocals--not to mention top-notch studio production values--make this album a tour de force. But listener beware: you'd better double your dose of Dilantin beforehand; this stuff is guaranteed to result in a synaptic tsunami.
Sail with me, into the open sea.
Where I will be you, and you will be me.
We will catch a wave, we will roll away.
Till a shark from below, takes us for prey.
We’ll live inside, some dumb fishes mind.
As memories shared, not left behind.
My loss. Your gain. My loss.
What went before will be once more.
My gain. Your loss. My gain.
Climb with me, into the sky and see.
If birds in the air are totally free.
You can bring me down, back to the open ground.
Where silence is king and love makes no sound.
We’ll never die, we will always be.
As I was once you, you were once me.
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