asleep below the waves turning overhead alive awake alone again where every salty breath is choked and every passing death's unaccounted for the motherload of misery like concrete shoes bound to my feet life if you can call it that in the city beneath the sea suffer alone with none but the night to guide you home at night this place is mine I rule the night I'll creep these halls to make it out alive this night will guide you home I rule the night but the night rules me sleepwalking alone along the bottom of the sea
This is a damn fine release. It feels genuine; at times even emotional (in a good way). It's fun and witty while also being pissed off in all the right ways. It's political, critical, and nonconformist. Yet it still manages to feel original in an arguably oversaturated genre. Nicholas Whittemore