left you for dead, buried in the compost bed.
worms eating the brains from your head.
you've been misled. you've been misled.
you turned up in my garden, on a darkening day...
all the squash was squashed, and the seeds where they lay.
you thought it would be funny, like a broken friend.
this time i've caught you, and it will be your end.
darkening skies turning red...
turn my sickle on your head, drop to the ground, bleeding dry.
you knew it all along, you deserve to die.
turning the body into the pile, you could never reconcile.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016