On a throne of matted shit
Carry me through my world of regret
I wanted nothing more than to taste your flesh
Desecrate your temple and throw you away like trash
I crawl low upon the earth
So you must be lower still
Chew you up
Spit you out
Nothing more than a means to an end
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