For all the women who burn chained to their husband's pyre by sati or by a small golden ring. Influenced by Douglas Buck's Cutting Moments
lyrics
Spires.
Smoke cascading from a fire.
Flowing from II bodies.
On a Pyre.
Love.
Love is in the air.
You can Smell it in the smoke.
Enough to make you choke.
Scissors squeeze my lips
then pour on my naked hips.
Broken portriat
pricked my fingertip.
Scrub off my skin,
while pushing the razor in.
Scrub off my skin,
Am i beautiful to you again?
Matrimonious Mutilation.
Demise in Demire.
Bloods splatters on a bathroom floor,
Corpse burn upon a pyre.
I'll bathe in fire,
I'll cleanse your sin,
I'll cut myself open,
To let you in.
As.
As the moonlight falls.
The flames rise.
A goddess is baptized.
Spires.
Smoke cascading from a fire.
Flowing from II bodies.
On a Pyre.
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021