I’ve got blisters on my feet
Trying to find a route around your mistreat
-mentally defeated
I’ve got blisters on my hands
And if you had to try you’d fail by your demands
I’ve got blisters on my hands.
Slashing the backpack straps
Slapping the forks from their hands
White collar bullies. White collar swine.
White collar fuckers with worms for spines.
I’ve got blisters on my back
The sun is going to make me crack
This album is haunting, beautiful, and cathartic. One of the best post-black metal albums out there. I bought a cd on Discogs, but needed the vinyl. Доберман Сатз