Bodies tangled in motion
Legs like wires twisted
Sweat oozing from every pore
And blood for every incision
No clear sense of who i was
But he watches me with malice
Running in place on hamster wheel
With every step that blurs my vision
I’m talking way too much
I know I can’t shut up
Maybe I’m still stuck
Maybe I’m just bad luck
Maybe I’m real depressed
I wish I could get dressed
My muscles growing tense
This is the weight of stress
I wish I could be less
Leave this world and watch it burn
Leave this place and perish
No future left to inherit
The crown prince of cybergrind does it again - shades of hyperpop and frenetic dance burst through an assault of grindcore hyperblasts and crushing guitars. Thotcrime
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unlike anything I've ever heard. it's so fucking cool. maybe I'm just not familiar with cybergrind but this is unique and pushing music forward and I'm all here for it. dae-su