Limbs cut off, thrown out alive,
They trade gourmet for a life,
Cant swim, sinking in pain,
Can not escape the fate,
Of being diminished to an asset.
Bleeding through the traverse to the ocean floor.
Not much better for frogs,
Breathing but legless,
Mutilated for their taste,
Immense pain engulfs them,
As in agony they fall,
To the bottom of the pond,
Unnecessary deaths,
Of diminishing beings to an asset.
Leg filled plates
Corpse filled ponds,
Shark fin soup,
Immeasurable suffering.
New York hardcore meets classic thrash metal meets Jane's Addiction-esque alternative on the Brooklyn crushers' sensational debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023