This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus sh**
Forget your preconceived notions of song structure – this track is pushing out of me like a hernia and there's no time to make sure it's bite size. Besides, I don't need a hook – you'll be better off if none of this stays in your head… I know I would
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus sh**
This is exorcism. These are warning signs on record. This is a story of Hannibal Lector and his love of cla**ical music – ironing out circumvention into a mildly inventive vector. I wear the face of a guard to get out and hunt again. This is an exercise in devouring your best friends
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus sh**
It's a geological look at 7 years as a rock musician. It's an equation of pressures: a lesson in being taken for granite – a fissure under every foot that feels the most planted
This is not some verse/chorus/verse/chorus sh**
It's an exit wound. Strictly utilitarian (I just accidentally printed up a few thousand copies and designed a cover and everything). I did this to remember what it's like to like myself. I did this to keep me in the band a little longer. I made this so I only embarra** myself. I do this for me