LIVE REVIEW: END, Pupil Slicer & Heriot at the Boston Music Room, London
No martyrs, no casualties. Only necessary death.
No martyrs, no casualties. Only necessary death.
Let’s sync into eachother for a while.
Honey you ain’t got to preach.
Was this life meant for me?
I wanna burn it all down, could I borrow a light?
All I want is rest, take away my breath.
The blue weak-minded herd.
I want to pour tears of molten gold.
Through the web and the tube.