LIVE GALLERY: Chaos Theory 2025 at the Underworld, London
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Our blood oils the machine, we’re going to watch it burn.
Cascade of time.
Music and metaphysics.
Feed on the weak before they awake.
Far too young to simply make your peace. Far too old to not keep promises.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
ou are more beautiful than the night.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.