i hate to remind you that there;s only room for one in this coffin, it;s invite only &;i;ve never seen yr face around here before. hand grabbing in mosh pit, i;ll be yr destruction if you;d only let me.

and we convice ourselves it;s all worth it. there;s reason enough in metal in the sky, the products of our own demise. acid rain showers &;acid lovers.

&;it only makes sense when you;re too close to breathe, bodies above us &;hands held high. only in protection of these childrens' child, the offspring of one hundred sweating, screaming masses. hand through hair, i want this so bad.