Suicidal Epicenter - by Erik Smith
The
crowd waits in silence
The fans anticipate
They look at each other
They can't hardly wait
A single man walks on the stage
He signals to the crowd
He said the band will soon be here
There's nothing for the fans to fear
The band is looking forward to this
Tension builds throughout the crowd
They all begin to chant
They ball their fists and scream aloud
They all scream out in cheering rage
The man returns to the microphone
Tells the folks to go back home
The band will not arrive today
Lead singer committed suicide
The bassist got mad, got arrested
The crew have quit their jobs
The drummer got high and left
The rest are mourning backstage
A teenage boy in front speaks out
We want our fucking money back
The man onstage looks to the crowd
Grips the microphone and says
Fuck you, you heartless bastard brat
The crowd erupts in psychotic rage
Storms upon the empty stage
Tears the set down to the ground
Runs down the halls to see
The other members must be found
Police surround the auditorium
Try to confine the pandemonium
Turn the property into a cage
Fires break out across the city
The president begs to madness to end
Chaos spreads across the nation
Looters destroy while S.W.A.T. teams deploy
The nation cannot defend
Mainland destroyed
Everyone sane left to die
Psychotics continue to unleash the terror
Because one man couldn't handle it
Blew himself across the wall
Sparked society's sharp downfall
Because one man thought he lost it all
Everything unraveled
Everything just fell apart
And we didn't see it coming
