[ Sometime during the performance he's finally ditched the instruments and focused on singing. There's an exceptionally slow, even sludgy piece he's finishing up right now -- and he actually crouches down, nearly crawls toward the edge of the stage with the rhythm, then turning over upside down and letting his hair hang off the edge like strings of frost in the dim lighting. ]
[ His voice's steady, firm, full of certainty and a bit of something else -- something dark, as his eyes seem to fixate on someone in the crowd even though he's upside down. Hello, Xanxus. ]
I want to taste dirty, a stinging pistol In my mouth, on my tongue I want you to scrape me -- from the walls And go crazy like you've made me
[ Before the security can get the impression that he's finally overdosed on drugs and is acting out some kind of weird trip that consists of being a fish snake and performing sex, though, he's hopping right back up, grinning wickedly and going back to the mic stand. ]
I have never felt such frustration Or lack of self control I want you to kill me -- and dig me under And cover me with dirt
toward the end? // "Dirt" + "Love, Hate, Love" // possibly duet with Xanxus? spectators allowed
[ His voice's steady, firm, full of certainty and a bit of something else -- something dark, as his eyes seem to fixate on someone in the crowd even though he's upside down. Hello, Xanxus. ]
I want to taste dirty, a stinging pistol
In my mouth, on my tongue
I want you to scrape me -- from the walls
And go crazy like you've made me
[ Before the security can get the impression that he's finally overdosed on drugs and is acting out some kind of weird trip that consists of being a
fishsnake and performing sex, though, he's hopping right back up, grinning wickedly and going back to the mic stand. ]I have never felt such frustration
Or lack of self control
I want you to kill me -- and dig me under
And cover me with dirt
[ Yeah, he's still looking at you. ]