Heartbeats blaring, full of rage

thunder drumming from the stage

bassist booming through the crowd

frenzied synths not nearly loud

as things will get when you appear

behind the mic to barely hear

your lyrics scream beneath guitars

which shred the night and shake the stars

until your voice frays full of rasp

your numbing fingers barely grasp

that spectacle: ten thousand phones

recording you becoming bones

your sacrifice of voice and sweat

expecting most might soon forget

to rock this world rolls all you've got

in carelessness, if all for naught.