Throw me a hook, throw a bone
Throw me a hook, I can't go home
You own no one but yourself
Don't own a thing but your skin
You own no one but yourself
Don't own a thing but your thoughts
You alone are culpable for your misdeeds and wayward thoughts
Learn to ignore the voice that says “I have done no wrong”
A child finds a way to shift the blame
But I must be Atlas and bear the weight
All you own is your heartbeat.
Let it beat with love
Let the record show
The heartbeats of dead men
Beating with love
Live dead.
All heartbeat.
Live dead.
All heartbeat.
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