I can barely see
My eyes are weak
Desperately searching
For the end
I can hardly breathe
Lungs so heavy
Quietly I speak
To myself and ask
What’s the purpose?
Air is a burden on my chest
Cut my heart out
And there’s nothing left
Down beneath we decompose
Like the rest
We all decay
And so I plan my death
Twisting together
Strands that lock without failure
Wrapped gently around my neck
Gravity pulls my feet
Inches from the ground
Swinging like a pendulum
My eyes are weak
I can barely see
I can’t breath
Quietly I speak
To myself and ask
What’s the purpose?
Air is a burden on my chest
Cut my heart out
And there’s nothing left
Down beneath the soil
We decompose like the rest
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