Creeping out the cut to say wassup
Got a spine full of slime and my guts are corrupt
Goddaminal blood type flammable
My shit is legit unmanageable
Feeling toxic from my hair down to my coccyx and I have no chill
I can't relax
I never stopped flashin so don't call it a flashback
Coulda been a prophet but I lostit and got exhausted
Sometimes it's hard to reconcile the differences with the increasingly catastrophic losses
I was born with two sets of eyelids and
Pupula duplex
One closed, and one open
Fixated on a roaring abyss
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