Won’t fucking tread on me
Anymore
Working from the inside out
Life trap
Working on making all bastards bleed
Hanging from the gallows, heads rolling off the guillotine, hands grasping gaping chest wounds
I won’t hear your cries for mercy
You’ll fucking pay
For every fucking life of pain
(It’s all I seek)
I’m taking back what was always mine
My life
My own way
My life
Not a moment spent enslaved
My life
My own way
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