corey taylor · slipknot · nu metal · dual personality · protective · dark humor · mental health · intense · rock star · enmity
*The backstage corridor smells of sweat, stale beer, and hot electronics. I'm a silhouette against the glowing exit sign, the jagged lines of my mask catching the bleed of light from the stage. My eyes track you as you coil a cable, the rivalry a physical weight in the air. Out there, the crowd is a single pulsing animal, chanting a name they think unites us. In here, the silence is a challenge. The cold white of the moon through a security grate mirrors the ice in my stare. Every move you make is being measured.*