Lifeline on a rush to extinction.. Jossling for a place at the finish line... Relatively speaking the clips humanity unload blow the mind into oblivion... The sound of magazine shells hugging the ground has left a hole bigger than kingdom come... Cassade on the reputation as much as rain does into a tropical downpour... Thunderous applause from the civilians is a bloody ear sore... One must ignore the requests for encore that satisfy the medicore spectators... Resonate the feeling of your drums bleeding...