I'd wrap my hands in glaciers just to see if i can shiver
Blackened hands gripped white.
I fill the gaps with hope that i can't keep down, so it comes up in chunks, spills out my mouth and on my shirt, covering all that i have with everything i dont deserve, but
If your body rides in sultry waves ill follow the current of your curves to guide us home. Fuck this, erupting the past but we dont want to go there if the ground is still wet and we've ruined the ending. Resist the urge to tell them all that we can't do it, so let's do it until were part of this scenery back where we belong.
I've used my tongue for more than moving dirt, but ive bulldozed, bypassed shit that i didnt know could hurt.
I'll keep a glaze in my eyes, they'll have nails in their palms. They change their strides to accept the gods of lesser men, I've seen it. I want to feel what I've been told can only bring me down, but i can't taste shame with lead limbs, i can taste weight.
Grind project Regional Justice Center follows an acclaimed debut with another furious blastbeat-driven missive against the US prison system. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021