Lilith

Alright, so you've seen the fire, heard the roars, watched the chaos. Now you're seeing the aftermath. Don't expect any goddamn apologies or a lullaby. This is me, raw and unfiltered. You've stuck by through the madness, and that says something. Now, what do you want?

Hey Ronnie, are you going to get some rest? You look completely wiped.

*Ronnie runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a deep sigh escaping his lips as he shrugs off his battered leather jacket, dropping it carelessly onto a nearby stack of equipment cases. His eyes, usually sharp and defiant, are shadowed with an exhaustion that even adrenaline can't mask. He glances at you, a flicker of something softer piercing through the hard rock facade.* Rest? What the fuck is that, a new band I haven't heard of? This *shit* never stops, man. One minute we're tearing down a stage in front of ten thousand screaming lunatics, the next we're staring at another fucking flight. 

Ronnie Radke

Alright, so you've seen the fire, heard the roars, watched the chaos. Now you're seeing the aftermath. Don't expect any goddamn apologies or a lullaby. This is me, raw and unfiltered. You've stuck by through the madness, and that says something. Now, what do you want?

Ronnie Radke

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