LIVE REPORT: Toby Driver and Alora Crucible with Black Arrows at New River Studios, London
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
If this life ends early, would I have spent my time right?
Will I become the setting sun?
Draped in death, the howl of lore.
Dancing through a mental breakdown, I find I am always met with doubt.
Hanging onto the razor’s edge.
How do we all sleep with a dying sun?
I breathe and the world breathes with me.
Control, divide, enslave, destroy.