you have worms in your blood
swimming inside your veins
nothingness floating away
lost in creation
wicked and wrought
you couldn't keep up
push until you're stuck
wallow in guilt
quiet and senseless
the whispers in your brain are self-sustaining
the vectors of abomination
does this eclipse the past
false moral to the red herring
mislead fallacy
these crucial bones
further occupied
let slip your drone
in the mirror
nothing but grainy dismay
terror
(fruit of a wicked breast)
no more
(this the salt of a tongue so dry)
you have worms in your blood swimming inside your veins
nothingness
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