I can feel their looks
I hear the whispers
dripping off their tongues
my name rots in their mouths
and festers as they shout
“Burn the wicked one!”
fueled by delusion
and false prosecution
they’re all coming for me
there’s wood on the pile
And the fuel for the fire
is the burning hatred in their hearts
for what I'm not
My flesh is burned and scared,
my body ripped apart
my soul is left to bleed
condemned for who I am
a judgement passed by man
repeating history
religious delusion
false prosecution
they are all coming for me
there’s wood on the pyre
and the fuel for the fire
is the burning hatred in their hearts
for what we’re not
burn the witch
“evil. a demon whore.
she’s sleeping with the devil,
concealing her form…”
set fire to the altar,
cast down the priest
destroy this religion
it’s time we all set ourselves free
Layering guitars and saxes over synths and drum machines, this Oakland duo's darkwave is as melodically potent as it is texturally rich. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024
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