A momentary setback
A winding diversion
A fork in the road
You head towards the clearing
Or run head first
into another black hole
Another black hole
Just walk to the edge and jump back down
Spend your life jumping hurdles
but it's never enough
You'll always fall down.
At least that's something to count on
A comforting predictability
until we're put in the ground
Aching jaw, trembling knees
Self inflicted lobotomy
Don't count on help no more
No help for you no more
Stress ear
Pressure builds
Intense fear
Exploding skull
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