No matter from where we are,
they are still relentless.
Not even a ghost plead for us,
we will be tormented.
Small and lost,
in the unfair world.
I am too proud
to sell my soul.
Just wait for the gallows pole.
Wake me up when the show is on.
And I am pushed to the ground - time is up.
Decayed and rot - becoming blind.
And again, and again, and again - they won't stop.
You will never run from the ticking, ticking clock.
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