Coma Red

About the artist

Still kicking as if your life depended on it? Your legs will start hurting soon... Keep scanning the horizon and chasing the new moon. Don't pull any punches, don't worship false profits and for God's sake don't take your eyes off the road. They say it came from the woods. Whatever it was I don't know, but by the time it cuts you open, you'll bleed nothing but Coma Red...