LIVE REPORT: SikTh, Heriot & Ted Maul at O2 Forum Kentish Town, London
Do you understand the melancholic tears of the stranger?
Do you understand the melancholic tears of the stranger?
Mirrored in perfect light, my mask reflects the mimic.
Dancing towards our future. A future of nothing. A future towards nothing.
Yeah, well, this goes out to them, you know who you are.
The cold folds of ego eat glitter and moon.
This role of warrior brings nothing but the misery.
Cleanse my soul and let the pain subside.
I’ve been overdrawn, absence veiled by attention.
Leave her to sing her withered songs, In tunnels painted like the dawn.