Dave Mustaine

A thousand sands of miles of land and sea...
A moment of shadow in moments of which you see the point of light...
Rhythmic clapping resonates inside these walls...
The screen is now a dim page, spread before us...
White -
Silent
The film is broken...
The projector bulb has just burned out...
The last image was to immediate for any eye to register...
It may have been a human figure, but then the bastard speaks
And nothing sounds good outside my head...:
"Wake up, pretty girl, the jokes
On you..."
You're on your own!!"
-We vomit while laughing...
As the projectionist banters on of diamonds and tidal waves...-
"Kill the world with song..."
The pointed tip of the rocket reaches its last unmeasurable gap above the roof...
The Crowd now fights for a good view..
... and I'll fuck my way up front!!...
[The projectionist leads the cattle]
“On-ward!”
(The words become lost in the mix... As he begins to
Speak, one thing comes to mind: "We're gonna lose forever")
"Its Mr. Nasty
Time!!"
"If you were meant to play the villain in heat, for god sakes show some fucking conviction... So we'll make it a date and I don't care how hard you are, these bullets will hurt."
"SPREAD YOUR THIGHS LIKE CANCER! "
"STRAIGHTEN UP AND DIE RIGHT!"
There is time, if you need comfort, to touch the person next to you...
Though, if song must find you...
Just... Follow the bouncing ball...
"KILL THE WORLD WITH SONG!!"