absence of good
anxious
its a lobotomy
numb throughout
just sit there and breathe
staring at myself through another pair of eyes
detached among the ash
deteriorating with the smoke
this is old
this is new
this is us
crawling beneath us
around us
surrounding us
treading no longer
from me to you
and us to them
this is out of your touch
from our dull fingertips to your vacant mind
this is intangible
embodied in our conscious
course and taught
reliving our strain
strict in its change
stitched at the seams
wired and intertwined
demoralizing and mesmerizing
hierarchy immortalized
substance vertigo
loomed thread
arachnid like
cultivated behind our own eyes
resin twisted
we're losing it
lungs pulsating
christened without bliss
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