the power to start a generic shitty emo rockband that just ends up dissolving into a mess of chaos, depression, drug abuse and death in which none of the people who originally entered the band would ever live to see a profit and you all just end up hating life and fighting and the band breaks up because no one bought a fucking cd and it just sucks and your sound just sucks and you just suck and your life sucks and just everything sucks and the band was a waste of money and you owe people thousands of pounds which is more than you make in years working at McDonalds and a night shift at KFC juggling two jobs no time for rest or for family or for anything, your wife starts smoking heavily then blames the habit on you and kicks you out on the street while fucking your best friend (former band member) behind your back and you don't realise it and you stare up at the sky and swear and a truck comes and hits you and then you fade to black; in reality you're in a coma in a hospital for 10 years and after 10 years they decide it's too late for you, you'll never recover and they pull the life support off, your existence fading into a
measly
speck
of
dust.
sux2bu