Innocence
It’s not coming back
Too far beyond
Drunk on primal pleasure
Sucking on the juicy sap
Of reptile needs
Pineal satisfaction
Repetition of stigmas
Hoarding partners
Piling up failures
Crooked lipstick
Bloated red eyes
There’s barely anything
Left of you
A walking, breathing
Event horizon
Abysmal collapse
Of sex and flesh
A cluster of wants
And cravings and despair
You can smell it on others
And on yourself
They will never have what you have
They’ll try to take it
They’ll suck it out of your spine
They’ll make you pay
For the youth they lost
For the damp taste
Of graveyard soil
In their mouth
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