The sounds that I hear,
As boots echo draws near,
Small gush of blood flows,
Painful sensation grows,
They are in square maps
Like rats caught in the trap,
Vines have spiny tips,
They will feel a sharp grip,
Tears pour from your face,
After jogs around the base,
Iron leaves that cut,
Through wounds that cannot shut,
Face covered in smears,
Out there seeking no fear,
Feeling like a champ,
It's time to leave the camp.
Created in partnership with the Canadian noisemakers, the late legend's final collaborative LP enshrines his ability to lift joint ventures into otherworldly territory. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 8, 2021