Hayley Williams Can Crush You With Her Voice

It’s Superbowl week the parties are on fleek, and I'm in the heart of the city

In a GA pit instead of consuming large quantities of overpriced bud light on the rooftops of buildings

Lost in a sea of neon green wristbands and clapping hands

We stand hip against hip apologizing for every shift or elbow jab

From the pit to the stage there's a love that pours down in the form of howl or a scream maybe even a growl

It's a sashay not a walk, and grunt from a set of lungs that scream out to a crowd that's willing to bow down to a sound, to a voice

It ricochets from the front to the back filling the walls and drowning us all in a sea of notes and runs that are coming out of another human

We come undone we forget our misery we forget the business aspects of life

Shades of orange shades of black fly forward and back in a blur as she skips no glides from one side to the other exposing her thighs

There's a cross on her right thigh and it seems fitting because this arena is now a church filled with praise and worship

It's gripping it's exhilarating it’s giving

We are living for every note that's thrown out of her mouth

Each vibrato is a wave crashing against our ears and crush crush crushing us in the best way

Hayley you slay