A positioned day to day numbers change, never deviate
Desolation bound, unlikely to alleviate
An endless void, gutting out your own space
Corrupted by a sphere of disgrace
All that there is, All that there was
Soulless System
Exchanging thoughts, An impossibility
Common ground destroyed unapologetically
No escape accept your fate don’t retaliate
Keep your head down and wait for the magistrate
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