You stand beneath the most demonic of the Gods, which sounds' blast, pierce, and shriek throughout the air and time itself. Only to pull his most faithful followers and foes to the hypnotic drive that is the sonics of Thee Oh Sees. You gaze up, to see where and how the noise you hear is that with such a command, yet you are only to see and comprehend the look of intensity and the glorious mustache. This is why we live.