Scrags with thin necks turn slowly their heads
they walk everyday the same old road of yesterday
no longer i'll tolerate the repeated words and lies
that travel from mouth to mouth without before pass through their stolid brains
All I see is scorched earth , that drive me insane!
tomorrow again red tears will keep to fall invane!
Heretic in middle age , I cannot choose my way
there's someone here i bless him with my faith
Now i'm starting to think that the people are blind
they only use their voices instead of using their eyes
All I see is scorched earth , that drive me insane!
tomorrow ,again red tears will keep to fall invane!
All I see is scorched earth , that drive me insane!
tomorrow ,again red tears will keep to fall invane!
All I see is scorched earth , that drive me insane!
tomorrow ,again red tears will keep to fall invane!
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