Tired, my legs grow weary
Running, sprinting, fleeing
I’m only scared of what I might become
The man behind the curtain
He always grows older
And beckons me to join him
Because my legs can only travel so any miles
before they fail
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