Devoid of sound, he begs for pain while severed neural passages scream in agony. All is black, all is numb, while mental masturbators hail "the chosen one" I spoke to god, jesus fucking christ. He has abandoned us. All god's children rot in a hole.
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