I should collaborate with Mudvayne and do a Cyanide Remix of ‘Death Blooms’, where I pour cyanide/acid down the throat of Chad(main singer)and make him recite the poem at the end of the song as his life – and vocal chords – wither and dissolve….
Why this thought occurred, I have no clue, as I quite like the crazy, astrological, apocalypse-obsessed fucks. Why, I even got another album of theirs earlier ….
I guess I thrive on morbid humour…I can be a sick fuck like that…
In any case I rather like this – great imagery – a classy way to close a song, especially one characterised by bludgeoning guitars and throat-searing vocals:
Dark for fear of failure
An inner gloom as wide as an eye and fermenting
Death grip in my veins
Unveiling rancid petals
Flowering forth foul nectar
The space between a blink and a tear
Who would’ve thought nu-metallers could be so fucking eloquent? Heh heh…