You know how if you turn the volume all the way up till your ears almost bleed, how when it's so loud there's a quiet place inside the noise? Loud enough to shake your teeth loose but in there somewhere is a ghost voice, like silence singing.
So loud it almost crushes your skull flat and inside the noise is a ghost, a candle flame burning inside a fiery furnace.
Screaming guitars, crusher bass, drums like a ten-car pileup. But inside the noise, a ghost voice, something almost silent but still you can hear it.

I could drub them hard as my old man beat me. Harder. I could put all that hate into my hands and pound the skins and it felt better than anything in the world.

It was great, it was huge, it was endless. The song rose, churning and sucking everything in like a cyclone.

Nothing is what it seems to be. You know, like the whole world is wearing camouflage. Everything and everyone is hiding. They're all like puppets. Only, they don't want you to see their strings. Every person in the world. They all tell lies. They all wear a mask.

I wanted to laugh. And I guess if I'm being honest, I wanted to cry too. "It's all a lie," I whispered. "But go on, keep talking."

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