LIVE REPORT: Loathe, Zetra & Love Is Noise at Electric Brixton, London
Cleanse my soul and let the pain subside.
Cleanse my soul and let the pain subside.
Misunderstood books, power over wisdom, they’ve poisoned the roots.
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.
Hold onto each other, because there is beauty in this being over.
Taste my blade you motherfucker.
Keep your hand held high and you’ll find out why; that this raised fist ain’t afraid to fly.
You’re just a fucking waste of space.
Our hearts grow cold, toxic seeds all around.