LIVE GALLERY: Chaos Theory 2025 at the Underworld, London
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Pupils constrict, iris illuminating iridescent hydrated leaves of green.
Please don’t pull up the drawbridge.
Så tenn et lys for Kvelertak.
De kinderdroom die is dan dood. Maar de man in mij zet voort.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
Do you think the stars care?
I will burn your likeness everywhere I find it.
M’enfonçant dans toujours plus de nuit.