Ok Hear Me Out
ok hear me out
I can't edit, but hear me out----
Just before Eddie's death with Oh Ana by Mother Mother playing. Grabbing his guitar, playing Master of Puppets, cutting the makeshift rope before he can climb, riding the bike with the bats chasing after him, fighting against the swarm. And finally, his death. All while the song plays, "I'll be God, I'll be God I'll be God I'll be God, today."
Its probably out there somewhere but I thought it was kinda cool.
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