Risen from rotting fields and forgotten rituals, the Scarecrow watches with a grin stitched in malice. Toxic greens seep from hollow eyes, dripping into the earth like poisoned rain as black crows gather in silent witness. Straw and bone fuse into something no longer meant to guard crops, but souls. “Field Trip” twists innocence into menace, a pastoral nightmare soaked in radioactive glow. Set against deep black fabric, every decay-soaked detail burns with eerie clarity. Gothic, rural, and relentlessly unsettling, this tee feels like wandering too far into cursed farmland—and being noticed.
