Your fear gave birth to my pain
Which in turn gave birth to rage
You are the mother of my suffering
And how do I forget pain?
You've been sleeping in the break
Resting your head on stones
For so long
It's not your bones that hold you up
Your calloused skin keeps you on your feet
Every face you hang around is a mask
The pallbearers all hide knives in their boots
Grins locked into cold disdain for life
Not quite masked by the parade of gold and red
When strings get cut
They don't grow back
When people go
They don't come back
To suffer is to grow
I hold my wounds open
In heaven everything is fine
In heaven everything is fine
I wander round the pit
And lift my hands to heaven
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