The clock's ticking. Your blood's rushing. You go up to the bar. Headphones in. Multiple plates have been stacked. You've trained for this. You've been at this for years.
And here you are again.
The fear of death, you've grown to love it.

Blend of rock, hard rock, house and everything that makes your blood go round. Spared no expense.

Last edit: Dec 23rd 2014

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