Fill my bones with antidepressants
Feed my ego with dissocialisation
I am the product of psychiatrist analysis enough drugs to kill me if I please.
Using self asphyxiation just to reach realizations, I find reality in dissociations.
Medicating with a blade, stomach destination. Night terrors live beside me like they're my neighbors.
Anxiety fills my lungs. I see hallucinations.
Seeing bodies in my mind subconscious desperation.
Fuck.
Seeing mirror image
Sacrificial signals
Pupils turns abysmal
Emotion leads missignals.
My tongue touches the pistol.
Enough scars to forge my temple
I'm color blind black and white can't resemble
Going ape going nuts going mental
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