The endless burden of creating a world and not knowing how to clear the mist
Midmost within it lies the well that springs rivers flowing shallow
Then when the glowing embers met the freezing cold that never ends a world where death is brave a species conquers and enslaves
Create a voice so I can speak
From gold to dust my words will turn cause they were never clean
My will controlling all that breathes
A mental breakdown makes me weak and I'm sick of this shit
I lay spinning violently to sleep
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