Bad Blood By godz

this story begins, where another has ended. a masked figure, bound to the monotonous, abysmal rituals for a life that was never demanded, if asked for at all. they are the representation of life with an upbringing damned by the intricacies of morale and beliefs that a knowledge-driven life feels pertinent. but where they are, there is life and there is light. there is pain, and there is darkness. we see ourselves in them and they in us. our tragedy is their story. their story is ours to tell. they are us, we are them and we are one. godz is an idea conveyed through music and artistry, in a way anybody could relate to. who are we? what and when are we? where and why are we? some beg to ask th...View all