A flurry of guitar mutations over two notes and a Donna Summer loop.Oh, and he "plays well" 2 minutes before it ends.
RYM
A flurry of guitar mutations over two notes and a Donna Summer loop.
Your demise. The final hours of your existence. From the eerie movements in the air when you awake, to the subtle infinite as your cold, dead body drops only to miss the ground and cascade down in spirals forever.