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.
Shine eternal.
A crypt of flesh turned to stone
Cascade of time.
Music and metaphysics.
Do you think the stars care?
Feed on the weak before they awake.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.