No Why from Your Doom by dẹ̄p nīht

We will not move from where we stand
We won't be taken by the wrist
So much of this is so out of hand
And many things unintended persist

Look me in the eye and tell me you know why

Grace and the strength to cut through lies
Are gifts so rare and rarer still,
Possessed by those who strive
To take the day and win the hill

Look me in the eye and tell me you know why
Whisper in my ear, try to make it clear

Each an isle upon the sea
Set apart but still,
Edge to edge beneath the waves
Our union is fulfilled

Look me in the eye and tell me you know why
Whisper in my ear, try to make it clear

• Rock
• art rock
• dark psychedelic
• dark wave
• lunarpunk
• post-punk
• Portland