LIVE GALLERY: fakeyourdeath and Nailbreaker at Blondies, London
If we shout does anybody listen?
If we shout does anybody listen?
My mind called me and told me so.
The things that we love just hurt us in the end.
Black milk of daybreak we drink it come evening.
Black waters irrigate my spine.
The sun will rise for us again.
Will you cry for me?
Ecdysis.
I was spat out by the mouth of a god.