Walk down my street
Feeling strung out
Unhappy people
Eyeing me down
Sit on the corner
Cigarette burns
Earth on an axis
Mourning her birth
Until it returns
A brilliant corpse
You're left with the remants
The pain of our scourge
HURT HER
LEFT HER YOUR TRASH
HURT HER
NOW SHE CANT LOVE AGAIN
YOU HURT HER
IGNORANT SCUM
HURT HER
RECKLESS ABANDON
APATHY RULES YOU
SELFISH AGENDA
Walk down my street
Feeling strung out
Unhappy people
Eyeing me down
Sit on the corner
Cigarette burns
Earth on the axis
Mourn
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