Blistering bunghole, where the hell have I been this band's whole life? Johnny-come-later than a pregnancy postponed period, that's me. Seven damn years after the fact.
i listened to this song over and over again when i was reading the book of Fitzek which is called The inmate, a german Psycho Thriller, it just fits so damn good
The rising synth at the end of "who made the man" always makes me feel very uneasy. I wish it didn't, because the rest of the song is 10/10 perfect to me
