LIVE GALLERY: Animals as Leaders & Night Verses at the Roundhouse, London
Who knows what fate will produce?
Who knows what fate will produce?
To birth and release the darkness within.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
Drum blues.
Anxieties on top of anxieties.
Endure, overcome.
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
The negative thoughts are deafening.
Groovy Dingwall bass tones.