25/08/2026
A Flipper-esque riff attempts to anchor the churning chaos while Jackins recites lyrics as fraught with pain as the music itself, their vocals muffled behind a veil of noise like a screened confession, “I don't mean to fall apart here/the last thing I want is to make a big scene … When I shut my eyes to sleep,/Such twisted things my head feeds me.” Read more at the link in the comments.