We've been waiting, thumbing through slick pages, cut off and uncaressed, spectating here outside the ropes, necks snapping at the stress. Hear us baying, sweating rivulets. Yeah, we love the way you lean. See us circle, paw the earth, swat the flies, so slow and so unclean. This monotonous pulse beats in our eyes. We've been roasted down to the bone, choking through a blacked-out season. But tonight we take the throne. Cause we know how your tables overflow, opulent and undulating so. So let us in the show.