Everyone has a story. the one that makes the newspaper excludes the unexplainable struggle. it never talks about the painful dream. and then, somewhere along the release catalogue you’ll come across that one track that finally lets you get inside. you suddenly start to perceive the story from inside the eyes. and you’ll most likely feel the word passion. you hear the glass getting blown and the air that hits you ear carrying the lower frequencies along with it. pain is more than welcome. it spills all over your face and gets sucked in through the protective skin. it then breaks into ever smaller particles and becomes one with your blood. next stage is when you get used to it and use it as a force. the more pain you assimilate the more forcefull you can get. it all depends upon the matrix you are. the beautiful and the hideous combine. they make love to one another and you get…