Bad news, we tricked you into joining our sleep study. Imagine your breath as the gentle rhythm of a distant sea and ask: Did you hear that rumor about us? Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here? So you could sit me here next to Britney Spears? For fans of: in-between Strat positions, sterile laboratories, and Sheryl Crow’s less difficult material.
Unnamed others are the disease, and Hatebreed’s got the cure. Look out for each other in the pit and ask: Are you talking to...
Just say the wooooooooooord. Se-self-confidence. Scrunch up your sleeves as we get suckered in by the craft and ask: you can, but should you?...
The poems are great but I bet the bathroom's gross. Neglect to mention Blue Oyster Cult and ask: You flew to Paris for this?...