gothrock, deathrock, postpunk, dark electro

Раскрыть людям себя и скрыть художника - вот к чему стремится искусство

Мир может верить во что ему вздумается до тех пор, пока он не черпает силы в ненависти или добровольном неведении

You are already a dead man. From the moment you started to exist, death has bored into your ribcage and settled in your chest. It has its fingers into your very bones. When you are born, death is very small and weak, but he grows stronger every second, until he will wear you like a second skin. Do not fool yourself into thinking he is not there. You will feel him. Do not deny his presence. You must swallow death, and make him a part of you, and make of your ribcage a home for him