LIVE GALLERY: Fit For An Autopsy, Neckbreakker & Mutagenic Host at The Dome, London
An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence.
An ever-flowing stream of misery and violence.
Is young demise not what you wished for?
We’re standing in a line to disappear.
If only I were holy in your eyes.
There’s no refuge from the weight of the impending deluge.
I am not what you want, what you want is long gone.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
I saw you running. I felt your burning hand. Now I realize. Now I understand.
We exist in the unified verse.