I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets.
Listening to: My Chemical Romance // Demolition Lovers
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me as snow falls on desert sky.
Thank you, Vivian. :)
Haro blurry Mikey! & half of Ray's 'fro!I can hardly describe the emotions that are currently coursing through my being. The concert has been over for close to 13 hours, yet I can still feel my heart beating to the rhythmic drumming, the guitar riffs and the constantly thumping bass-line. I can still hear Gerard Way's heart-wrenching screams and passionate lyrics. I can still imagine the shock I obtained as a girl collapsed right before my very eyes.I can still feel the light pitter-patter of the rain on my skin and the body heat of others. Most of all, I can still imagine myself standing in the middle of that mosh-pit, screaming my lungs out, mouthing the words to every song.........and being this close to passing out.
The wave of bodies became too much for me to handle. I had little choice but to retreat to the back of the crowd. However, once I composed myself, I burst into an onslaught of screams and waved a fist in the air, jumping to and fro to the melodious sounds of a never-ending nocturne.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt during Pop Shuvit's set. The cries of "MCR! MCR!", never ceased to ring in my ears as Pop Shuvit pushed on with vigour and they put on an amazing show.
Bottom line, this concert was the best I've ever attended. The boys of My Chemical Romance put on a prodigious show and I enjoyed every moment of it and I wouldn't hesitate to relive it all over again.
Be that as it may, it could have been a more pleasurable experience if it weren't for the presence of rabid fans who were pushing and clamouring to get to the barricade. What makes it worse, is the fact that they were still doing that even though they knew a girl had fainted and was trying to get to the ambulance.
And people wonder exactly why I am a misanthropist.
The wave of bodies became too much for me to handle. I had little choice but to retreat to the back of the crowd. However, once I composed myself, I burst into an onslaught of screams and waved a fist in the air, jumping to and fro to the melodious sounds of a never-ending nocturne.
Nevertheless, I couldn't help feeling a pang of guilt during Pop Shuvit's set. The cries of "MCR! MCR!", never ceased to ring in my ears as Pop Shuvit pushed on with vigour and they put on an amazing show.
Bottom line, this concert was the best I've ever attended. The boys of My Chemical Romance put on a prodigious show and I enjoyed every moment of it and I wouldn't hesitate to relive it all over again.
Be that as it may, it could have been a more pleasurable experience if it weren't for the presence of rabid fans who were pushing and clamouring to get to the barricade. What makes it worse, is the fact that they were still doing that even though they knew a girl had fainted and was trying to get to the ambulance.
And people wonder exactly why I am a misanthropist.
And now the red ones make me fly and the blue ones help me fall.
Well, I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
And when the fragments of my skull begin to fall.
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts.
Well, I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling.
And when the fragments of my skull begin to fall.
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust, just think happy thoughts.
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