The Scream from Beyond

I never asked for silence. Or mourning. Or flowers. I asked for noise. For distortion. For someone to scream with me on stage until their soul spilled out of their throat. Now they tell me “Ozzy’s dead.” Yeah right. I died every night in every song, every overdose, every show I played like it was the last.

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