"Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. This is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
-Macbeth
If Satan screams out loud
and violence is the only sound
when engines come squealing
demons reeling
the dance ground, just a mask among the crowd
you need to hold on tight
to whatever gets you through the night
beyond the cover
pages give you color
that ink will never run dry
Killjoys,
Killjoys never die.