My fingers literally itch when I’m not holding my guitar. Metal music just hits different—it feels like my brain is exploding in the best way possible.
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That constant flow of riffs keeps my heart racing; I crave that energy, and I’m going to play it exactly how I want.
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I don’t give a damn what people think about my style. This is just me being me.
I’m sticking to my own lane and keeping it 100% original until the day I die. Hopefully, there are some people out there who vibe with what I’m doing.
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