As I look out into the darkness,
Eyes flash like neon lights.
Displaying the lust and broken trust,
Buried in each and every darkened heart.
So as I watch the endless ritual,
I feel my mind flay and fracture,
As if there were a soul who cared.
We're birds and bees bred with venom,
We're snakes and rats with good intentions.
We’ve been scratched and scarred beyond recollection.
We're birds and bees,
We’re snakes and rats,
And this ritual will be the death of me.
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021