White noise creates a wall
Between my mind and insanity
White lines behave like flames
Illuminating my memory
In waves
I am a slave, blistered and maimed
Prodded like a beast without a name
Burning a wound of twisted shame
Cut, bruised, and beaten by the chain
We work to pay for our own graves
Complacency
A human disease
Cast out in exile
Just for wanting to be
Free from the burden of
Alluring sorrow
Blissful afflictions
There is a purpose for me
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