sitting listening to the sounds of the guns, wanting to sleep, but cant. the sounds of guitar riffs keep me awake, the high pitch voice of axel, so glam, but yet not glam. i can see the crowds, the mass of people that assemble to watch this band run across the stage. tear the place apart and still make money. have their fun and leave, like a one night stand, and they where like the whores they get paided for it. and at the end of the day they are done, spent and wasted.