I'm breaking my knuckles to bits on these wooden walls.
Cracking the bones bit by bit, piece by fucking piece.
These teeth are damn near ground to dust. My veins course blood, rust, and lust.
The rasp of that rope tightening has never sounded more seductive.
I can smell the rain days before the storm. I can feel the snow in my bones.
The anxiety fills my chest. When good enough just isn't my best, im ready to be laid to rest.
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