These sheets are an endless black sea
an ancient raven's plume
carrying me over hell and over memory
as I'm obsessing over what you're doing and if you're thinking of me
I touch your name on the backlit screen
a familiar mistake I can't help but repeat
you'll pick up the phone
you'll roll your eyes
I'm falling apart again tonight
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