Barbed wire shoots through putrid blood
Eyes burnt black in sunken hoods
Fear grips throats of the lost brood
War strikes heart drills brain drains soul dry
Upon this mountain built on pain and misery,
I comprehend
All the woe and filth inside of me
Reflections in the lake of monsters that I am,
The forcibly bleed
And bask within your tragedy
The woods now coveted by piss and shit and hate,
Produces from my seed
The foulest of society
But into madness where I finally must go
I will only find
That I have tripped fucking balls hard
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020
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