I hate you I need you dead.
For what you’ve done and you’ll do.
You are
dead already to me.
Get her drunk, drug her stupid.
While you remain sharp and lucid.
Your plan’s in action, the threat is severe.
You’ll take her somewhere where no-one can hear.
No right or wrong, no moral dilemma.
Just what you want; your fucked agenda.
Just get her away, somewhere away from here.
So you can do what you want with her.
But I’ll do what I want with you.
Take your power, kill your control.
Leave you dying, alone and cold.
You treat her like you own her.
You’re fucked, you’re dead inside.
You ought to be dead on the outside too.
Rapists like you have no rights.
You’re a lifeless empty corpse.
Evil. You make me sick with rage.
What kind of human does that to another?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Your thoughts are septic, your lies are caustic.
But your victims never knew.
What is it that drives you? That lurks deep inside you?
The corruption at your core.
The hell that feeds, nourishes and breeds.
Your need for more and more.
Your need for more and more.
Prison is too good for you.
You are dead weight, heartless scum.
Your crimes should be punishable.
Punishable by death.
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
