Don't grasp my throat
To swing to safety
Your fingers mark me
I'm not your claim
Wash your ways
Off my body..
Burn myself .. To light your life
Binge our poison ..Wet our throats
more words...WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?
WHATS... caught in your throat?
-THERES NOTHING NEW
Don't grasp my throat
To swing to safety
Your fingers mark me
I'm not to claim
Wash your ways
Off my body..
I'm recovering from an Ileostomy, having had my colon removed because of a m'fing tumor. I've got this stoma on my belly that I now excrete through into a fucking bag. Not happy. But Thou have put a smile on my face with this. Life's a bitch then you die. Best thing to do is make sure you've got a good soundtrack- and this is an amazing one moggydon
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