fever
a fountain of distaste
pandiculation, palpitate
everything green
tasteless copse
a void opens in my chest
spiraling in grievance
the fever
in the way
growing
breeding
inside of me
killing me
your head hangs
embrace discomfort, motherfucker
embrace me
sweat it out
count down the days it takes
foresee what has been laid out
doubting every breath you have left
drifting along
pins and needles
wretch like you mean it
down to the filter
you are sickness
laying on your bed of nails
pollute the room with the silence
grow smut over your enamel
euthanized by your wickedness
feeling the iniquity through ash
the river runs dry
veins turn to stone
sweat it out
push it down a well
(your crown weighs your head down)
parasitic dwell
(your crown weighs your head)
pyrexia reprise
(your crown weighs your head down)
delirium inside
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