The herd of human animals converge at my mom's house
Slaked with hunger, they're pushed by their inner drought
I hand them my life's work, and time moves slow
Their throats gurgle gurgle, shoving down my cookie dough
"It's bitter!" they cry, just like I knew they would.
Doesn't matter if it's me or food, they'll never know what's good.
"It leaves a bad taste in my mouth!" they say,
but so do I, so do I, so do I.
I don't need you, and you don't need me.
I have no interest in just 'being family'.
There is no sense in just spending time.
You're wasting time. You're wasting life.
You're wasting time. You're wasting life.
You're wasting time. You're wasting life.
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