The Lead Vocalist

with an ego the size of the mother****ing sun glaring out upon us all as if to personally manufacture a “god” in the face of the adoring fans with slobber hanging from their mouths, dogs let out loose for the last piece of bloody meat who will worship anything with an ass stuffed in tight pants who will bow at the alter of the blustering bulge bound in those leather pants who will believe the prerecorded studio singing tracks who will stand back stage waiting to eat them out who will pay a million for their leopard pants--- this one wo/man who bears no talent but to open their ****ing mouth wins all the hearts & does the least to provide anything for the rest of the band & when they leave the whole world of adoration is brought to its knees, as if the drummer, the bassist, the guitarist & anybody else who got dragged along for the ride never existed to begin with.