Muraenae from Mercurial by Cachalot

From the infected womb you crawled your way out
Now they don't want you roaming about
You try to hide, you try to accept the white feather
They always find you, stitch you back together

You've tried to fight, you've made things worse
This mind is your gift, this gift is perverse
You've seen the door, you're running in reverse
This rot is your blood, this blood is your curse

They kiss without love, hug without heat
Won't let you get close, won't let you retreat
They hate each other and want you to take part
They hate you and judge you, stab you through the heart
They bite your hand with a morbid grin
Sink their rotten teeth deep into your skin
This rancid blood oozing out of your veins
The stains on the floor will keep them entertained

You've tried to fight, you've made things worse
This mind is your gift, this gift is perverse
You've seen the door, you're running in reverse
This rot is your blood, this blood is your curse

• Metal
• doom metal
• post-metal
• progressive
• Caen