Grinding teeth into dust
The lust for slumber
Under sheets that bleed
In color
The thought of thunder
Keeps me weak
Forever bound to restless sleep
I hope my father can hear me weep
I wish my father
Could see me now
A gentle breeze that swiftly shifts
Around my beating heart and sits
And there it sits
Awaiting bliss to graze against
My eager lips
And shape into a loving kiss
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