Wishing for safety. Waiting for sanity, for the cracks in the ground, the things that make sense to me. Bring me the white out in the sky and my mind. I'll take this year one season at a time. The ice in the sky, like the blue in your eyes. Let the frost that you hide consume my insides. The leaves toss in the wind like I do in my sheets. The seasons are changing and I am losing sleep. Silence echos on the walls of my skull. Everyone is a letdown, including myself. The seasons are changing. Let's not focus on what used to be, let's focus on what is. Nothing makes sense to me, especially nights like this.
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This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
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