Life is like a poorly executed analogy
The Stillborn virgin birth of an incomplete totality
Reality only ever was what it had to be
Fucked fate
Hastening feet in these bitter streets of destiny
Turbulent currents bearing no deliverance from the trajectory of our new apogee
Opening of the Immanently meteoric celestial orifice
Emergence of the terrifyingly glorious
Epoch of the post-historic
Weight of a star sinks a lightyear of teeth
Into the skies that we're Sleeping beneath
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