♫ Bug Like an Angel - Mitski ♫
In the barren, desolated area did a morose melody croon off the stone walls, carrying a weight of regret. The bard, once a beloved brother, now stood haunted by hellish actions — a weighty reminder of promises broken long ago, sworn by his mother. If only, if only, if only .. These wondering words come in tandem, overwhelming that woeful being.