I find it easy enough to grasp - the inevitability of time's collapse
The sobering fragility of love and hate
A silent soliloquy from Mother Fate
Will the sense and sensibilities of modern life
Cleanse the spattering of blood from the shine of your knife?
Will your selfish convictions set you free
From the shameful guilt you hung from this tree?
I will feed upon the anthems you lift on high:
These contagions you've infected with a hellish pride
Now stir into the mixture just a pinch of lust
A page torn free from a book you trust
As I seep into the floorboards, here begins the ache
The infallible calamity you've yearned to make
Still, the heave of self-reflection keeps the candles lit
At the altar of perception, bend your knees and commit
So rally the townsfolk, and sharpen the ax -
There's a payment past-due on my death tax.
Bless the holy water, and ready the pyre,
And seal my tomb with a web of iron
Gothic and darkwave bands unite for a compilation benefiting charities providing assistance for earthquake victims in Turkey and Syria. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2023