It starts off, a dark stage Then a beam of light, and you can
See me and my guitar

In the end of time,
There was a man who knew the road,
And the writing was written on the stone

A thin layer of fog comes in around my ankles, Roadies, this
Means dry ice We'll talk about this later

In the ancient time,
An artist led the way,
And no-one seemed to understand

Chimes Freddy

In his heart he knew,
That the artist must be true,
But the legend of the rent was past due

Then Katie you come in with the Bass

Well you think you'll be just fine without me
BUT YOU'RE MINE
You think you can kick me out of the band

Then Zach you come in with a face melter

You're not hardcore,
Unless you live hardcore

That's when I want the Back up singers to be
like

You're not hardcore,
(No you're not hardcore)
Unless you live hardcore
(Unless you live hardcore)

And the legend, of the rent
WAS WAY HARDCORE!!!

That's all I've got so far It's a working progress