These faceless people mean nothing to me
Servants to predictability
These faceless people mean nothing to me
Obtaining Spiritual advancement through lunacy
I was told id be enlightened
But as usual was left repulsed
Every aspect of my brain was explored
But still the truth is ignored
Blood flows through my pores
I witness my demise 3rd person
Hallucination Excruciation
Seems only to be solved with self-infliction
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