LIVE GALLERY: Pedro The Lion and Lakes at The Garage, London
A sea and a mountain in their eroding embrace forever.
A sea and a mountain in their eroding embrace forever.
As the sun rises on a new day / as we strode to the mountaintop.
Ripped apart, this is art.
From the dust, fuel to emerge again.
Sin made me born of ash.
Are you not sick of playing games?
Oh those souls, led in hopeless passion
Carry the weight on your tiny shoulders.
I paint the canvas red.