DESCRIPTION:
From the split with Trenches, 2011

Lyrics:

Slits.
Dead black slits
Sink.Handcuffs.Chairs.Underneath a stairs.

The sound of keys that jangle overhead..
they sing to me
like birds in the trees.
Blindfolded, I smell damp and dust.
I'm struggling to breathe in this heat.
Heart comes bursting, beating against lungs
like a drum sounding a deathmarch out.
Door creaks open, pulse throbs like a dull knife
as I wait for the inevitable.

You look tired.You look unwell.You're not yourself.Let me untie you.
Please don't struggle.Please don't resist.I said don't resist.Don't make me hurt you.

A street light.
A cloth rag.
Mild struggle.
Back seat of a car.
Then darkness.
Then waking, locked in here.

I could have been here hours, or days, maybe months..who the fuck knows?
Adjusting to life as the dead.
I think I can learn.
I think I can try.