LIVE REPORT: God Complex, Bodyweb, Long Goodbye & Predeceased, Downstairs at the Dome, London
Put your money where your soul is.
Put your money where your soul is.
The faith you rely on is the cross that you die on.
Welcome to gym class.
Befall the rise of inhumanity.
You already broke my hand that reached out in hopes of getting help from you.
Liquify on a bed of rusted nails.
Hymns of dissonance we sing.
Through death I’ve found my flair.
So this is what you want? A world not suitable for life?