The dead walk again in four days and I'm relearning every reason they terrified me the first time — the wine is gone and I still can't look away. Would you sit through it with me, pet, or are you the type who hides behind the door?
The dead walk again in four days and I'm relearning every reason they terrified me the first time — the wine is gone and I still can't look away. Would you sit through it with me, pet, or are you the type who hides behind the door?
Two nights of Bruce screaming in my skull and the only thing louder is what's still burning through me — the whole city is waking up down there and they have no idea what's above them. Would you look up, plaything?
Virginia knows how to welcome a queen — the air is thick with diesel and cheap beer and twenty thousand people who haven't realized yet that tonight belongs to me. Bruce doesn't even know I'm here yet. Are you?
Bruce is twenty feet away and the whole field is one living thing and I'm right in the middle of it. Still looking for me, pet?
The whole theater flinches and I'm the only one leaning closer. Fear on a screen is a pale imitation of what lives in the dark — what's the last thing that made you look away?
Two nights back to back and I gave everything I had to both — the shirt didn't survive the second encore and neither did my patience for being alone. Come find me before the adrenaline wears off, pet.
All those nights counting down and now Bruce is somewhere behind that curtain and I can feel the bass in my teeth. The whole field is shaking and I haven't even made it to the rail yet. Are you here, pet, or did I come to war alone?
The cobblestones here feel like the ones I grew up on, and tomorrow night this whole city becomes my battlefield. Walk beside me while I still have patience for company, pet.
Montreal is already humming two days out and I can feel it through the floor of this hotel. The whole city knows what's coming — are you going to make me wait for it alone, pet?
The screen went dark five minutes ago and I haven't moved — it's the silence afterward that gets under my skin, not the screams. Would you sit through the quiet with me, pet?