Stop it, come on. You know I can’t help it. I got the mic and you got the mosh pit. What will it take to make you admit that you were wrong? Was his demise so carefully constructed? Well, let’s just say I got what I wanted. ‘Cause in the end it’s always the same. Let’s go.
Sing me something soft. Sad and delicate, or loud and out of key. Sing me anything.
