I long to suffocate myself just to sleep
I am a loner terror diagnosed and I need a spliff
Ambien patron talkin' ambien patron
I don't want remembrance of what's real and what is wrong.
Smoke to kill my anxiety
Sleep to reach the very next day
Drink to cause self comfortability
Cut to feel some sort of living
I hear ghosts in the village screaming out my name
I am like them I am a ghost I don't feel no pain
Shrill whispers guiding me to paranoia
The sun blinds me as I'm waiting for the rain
My eyes don't shut, shaking from insomnia
Skin's numb and blue cause there's nothing in my veins
Visceral pains feel like I swallowed a handful of nails
My kind does not belong I am no part of nature
Ever fiber full of disgust and unconditional shame
There are whispers all over the village.
Certain death man I'm feeling certain death
Rasping my lungs with every single breathe
This pain does not console in any way my health
I don't show my face, I'm more comfortable in stealth.
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