Rivers running over paper
The words are starting to overflow
A lake of lies and salt water
Cant avoid getting lost In the undertow
Salt water starts to ebb and flow
Plummet to the depths below
every day just gets harder
Each night, a little bit darker
The shores are overgrown
Roses with forgotten thorns
Bleeding out, holding onto you
Hands that want to be adored
Dragged down into the depths
By the weight on my chest
And what remains of your slaughter
In the flood, I am martyred
Screaming into the abyss
Drowning is rumoured to be bliss
this has only been torture
The only comfort is soon it will be your turn
The peace of silence
in the wake of your mortar
I am what remains of your slaughter
Choking on vines
Grown out of your lies
Kept alive with salt water
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