Stomach muscles cramp
A churn in my bowels
Sweating through my clothes
Chilled to the bone
Ripped from the throne
And thrown to the floor
Crawling to the seat
While the plastic’s still warm
From my holes
Filth I purge
Wet and dripping
Gave my all
I’m still retching
Laying in my bed
Bucket by my side
The smell in the air
Like someone just died
Stomach contents emptied
Through more than one hole
Once every year
This sickness takes hold
A refined, yet unpredictable vision of metallic hardcore from Atlanta's Hubris Cannon, featuring elements of grind, sludge, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 9, 2022