• Caressing the hard neck of a guitar while choking it silently.
    Watching the violent notes come to life right before my very eyes.
    Smelling the sweet stench of smoke that hovers above the crowd.
    Tasting the blood that rolls of my lip after the final solo.
    Hearing the crowds scream in agony after a mosh pit.
    The nervousness right before i go out.
    But the only thing that means most to me.
    Is the message i bring to the audiance.

    Chaos is the way of life because order just crumbles to the ground.