It staggers on stage like it’s been here forever, laughing at the chaos it helped create. This optimism bites the head off fear and grins through the sparks, all while the amps scream and the lights burn white-hot. It’s wild-eyed, bat-winged, and louder than reason—proof that sometimes the messiest, most unhinged parts of ourselves are the ones that keep us alive.

It staggers on stage like it’s been here forever, laughing at the chaos it helped create. This optimism bites the head off fear and grins through the sparks, all while the amps scream and the lights burn white-hot. It’s wild-eyed, bat-winged, and louder than reason—proof that sometimes the messiest, most unhinged parts of ourselves are the ones that keep us alive.