I’m waiting.
I’m aching.
I’m dreading the day.
When someone will make it happen.
Waiting for someone to press the button.
To wake up a silent, dormant threat.
Waiting for someone to send missiles flying.
To be blinded by warheads exploding.
As cities burn, and refugees cover the earth.
Then we’ll all see that this was a bad idea.
It was always a bad idea.
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