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How can you stand to be this way?

(chorus)

Locked away, forced to hear only yourself

Spewing words only the weak would believe

The insanity you preach

Words that never should be said

Words that never should be a thought

The insanity you preach will bring the end

The sins you’ve committed will never be forgiven

What awaits you on the other side isn’t what you expect

The demons you’ve hidden won’t be held back

They’ll be no mercy when you get what you deserve

Pray to your God, that doesn’t exist

Pray to your God, that doesn’t listen

Pray to your God, that won’t save you

Pray to your God, it’s all in your head

(chorus)

Locked away, forced to hear only yourself

Spewing words only the weak would believe

The insanity you preach

Words that never should be said

Words that never should be a thought

The insanity you preach will bring the end

Your Insanity (screamed into the mic) will be your own demise

“Fuck, man,” Bowie said into the mic at the end of the song. “That was fucking insane. Vegas, you fucking rock!” Either the fans had played the song on an endless loop all day, or it got leaked early and they’d played the hell out of it since grabbing a bootleg copy. It’s hard to get the message of piracy across to them, especially given the shittastic economic storm we’re all wading through. But theft is theft. I’d have to ask River to put out a post about it, he’d know how to word it without offending our listeners.

We played seven more songs before Chaotic took the stage. “I already see the need for bigger venues for the next tour,” Pressley said, meeting us as soon as we came off. “Great show guys, they really loved the new songs.” Daddy tossed me a towel and a water bottle on his way by to help his team.

“Fantastic show!” Derek slapped a hand against my back, and I nearly shot water out of my nose. “Sorry, man. If we were still touring I’d ask Easton to have you on our bill.”

“You’re still doing Rocktoberfest, right?” Poor Tibby was so star struck, hanging onto their every word.

“That we are,” Jaxson stepped in. “You got a few minutes to chat, Tibby?” Wide eyed and smiling like that question made his life, Tibby nodded and wandered off with Jaxson. At that point, the rest of my band mates, Bowie and Claude, did the same with their mentors while Derek and Joey stayed with me.

“When you landed that last scream of Your Insanity, I wished I’d had my timer out. That had to have been what, like ten or twelve seconds?” Derek said. “Fucking epic, my man. Not even sure I could pull that off, but I might just try.”