LIVE REPORT: Lionheart and Negative Frame at the Dome, London
Now what you sow you will reap, judgement doesn’t sleep.
Now what you sow you will reap, judgement doesn’t sleep.
I remember your face imprinted on angels.
This angels song soothes me but not my thirst for blood.
Understand the ethics, we don’t care about aesthetics.
Your fucking hope dies, piece by piece.
Heartbreak, suspended in motion.
Drawn in day after day as the years crumble away.
Sewing the thread of life through a needle’s еye.
Can we rewind to a time when we were close?