"We know how insane this looks. We won’t even blame you if you think we’re out of our minds. But whatever you’re doing out there, especially you, Will, it’s vibrating on a frequency that transcends music. You can't tell me you don't feel the air screaming. Will, you’re waking up things that were meant to stay asleep."
"What 'things'?" Adam’s skepticism was his shield. "We play deathcore. We aren't out here performing seances."
"Do we look like the fucking Ghostbusters?" III chimed in, finally popping the grape into his mouth with a smirk that was audible even through the mask.













