Every whisper, a locust flapping iron wings.
Roars the thoughts swarming your mind, and mangled touch sparks chaos inside.
So when I move, you move.
You have no control, my fire numbs your soul.
Let fervor gnaw at your ear.
Let me usurp every single drop of that original love that suppresses your flesh and makes you less than god.
Vexed fingers run through your hair, so unaware that your spine pendulates from my grasp.
In the shadows, shame is no sin.
Sheets cover brimstone, most reprobate thread.
Wax drips from the dark of the moon spilling over her; she's onyx alive.
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