LIVE GALLERY: Baroness, Graveyard & Pallbearer at O2 Forum Kentish Town, London
Will I become the setting sun?
Will I become the setting sun?
Come sail on a spectrous sea.
I wanna feel the sun until I’m blind.
Frozen great white northern might.
Cut you out, but you spread like a virus.
Will I always be a devil on your shoulder?
The doubts are swarming in my head.
No one ever sees it coming when the search lights kill the party.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.