LIVE GALLERY: Reality Unfolds 2025, New Cross Inn
Solitude is a soft disease.
Solitude is a soft disease.
Tightrope walk a fine thread through this abattoir world.
A life through jaded eyes of the darkest shade.
I know that this song’s gonna make you real mad.
Organometallic assimilation.
I will burn your likeness everywhere I find it.
I’ll force my ghost to tell you I’m okay.
Cursed to exist.
Will we find peace in time?