Episode Details

Tread ever so carefully As if on fragile ice Though we all live near the bog Its eyes only open up for some Daylight is burned to mist And the blanket spreads her wings In this window of opportunity Wilder paths grown over Silent speaking Darkened brush Tilt your your head towards the sound Though we all live near the bog Its eyes only open up for some Wear your intentions gracefully Let’s set the standard, son Tread ever so carefully As if on fragile ice Though we all live near the bog Its eyes only open up for some Wear your intentions gracefully Let’s set the standard, son Let everyone warn you You have to see it for yourself to understand Faintly seeing feral forms Eyes that somehow shine all night It's just the order of the bog Stephen Murphy - Drums, Backing Vocals Carl Cunningham - Guitar Nick Nunziata - Bass, Vocals Micah Robinson - COVID