LIVE GALLERY: Believe in Nothing with Bodach, Rogue Limb and Lindow Moss at The Chapel, Nottingham
Fickle bones vibrate, in tender mortal skin, marrow boils, from the pressure within.
Fickle bones vibrate, in tender mortal skin, marrow boils, from the pressure within.
Clouds of misery, there’s something in the air, These scars are shallow, Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain.
Keep your hand held high and you’ll find out why; that this raised fist ain’t afraid to fly.
I am a man, tough as the land, built to endure, built to withstand.
We’re not meant to die with the inside unknown.
You’ve had a thousand lives, now you’re down to one.
We’re walking the darkest roads, within chests carved with regret.
We are the last of the invading hordes.
Overstep the bounds of reality.