Arcs and circles and shapes ans cOlOrs,madness and adrenaline and intensity and war,nine men On a stage every night,every day,pushing the chaO sO far past the limit all the OnloOkers can dO's sream and hOld On fOr dear fuckin' life.
Searing guitars and spit flying,drums that pummel and shrieks Of melOdy,man made nOises that chill the bloOd and eghteen eyes that glarz,daring yOu tO jOin them, knOwing yOu can't,smiling like a slash Of insanity acrOss their faces;reaching fOr what's Only Out Of arms lenght: IMMORTALITY
The heat's thick;the air heavy and mOist, yet the energy keeps flOwing like a circuit between the audience and the band, thrOugh the band back the audience, a palpable cycle yOu can almOst tOuch if yOu cOuld keep yOur hands frOm shaking and yOur bOdy frOm lOsing complete cOntrOl
THIS'S SLIPKNOT
THIS'S LIVE IN STORM'S EYE
THIS'S WHERE THE MYTHS ARE MADE