Unholy Rites

Light a candle for an unexpected vigil You brought your brother for a lark The most solemn I have ever seen you feel A million flames in the dark A hundred zealots in the park Oh my goodness I found this home It makes me contemplate my fate We're like two cursed blackbirds Never quite alone We never have to wait It's unholy, the urge to self-destruct Read me my last rites I'm not deluded, I know we're already fucked But nonetheless, I put up a good fight Summon something otherworldly As if it's just another day You get your jollies from subtle cruelty Tragically, that's always been your way