kick drum. breakdown. blast beat. new plans.
This is what I did when I was in high school. Late nights, hunting down music on Myspace, trying to relate to just one line, from one song. It would serve as a mental staple point for which to live the next day by. - I just feel like I'm too old for that now. I didn't just graduate from high school. That seems like eons ago now. What is this place? And why did Facebook kill Myspace? Work harder Tom. I hate you.
This isn't going to work, is it?
End Transmission.
This isn't going to work, is it?
End Transmission.