ALBUM REVIEW: Sympathy Pain – Swan Dive
Everybody I’ve ever known is burning in hell.
Everybody I’ve ever known is burning in hell.
What benefit is eloquence if I can’t call and tell my friends that I love them?
Gaze upon the gloam as it drips: festering, forgotten.
The hour is coming. The hour is here.
Sing it in your heart! More and more you look at me!
The science of fire.
Thatcherite neoliberalism and the slow-burning disaster.
They greet you by singing of ancestors and earth.
Trapped in by standards set by someone else.