Fight on Maggots, for Paul's sake, if nothing else.
Paul Gray, our beloved bassist, dead. Well life is a bitch, even to the best of us, but as life cuts off one head of the nine headed monster that is Slipknot, it will grow two more. They can't kill us, we are inside them. The maggots and the 9 will fight on, no matter what, and now we will fight for the burning requiem of Paul. We wont give up, and now more than ever, we Maggots have got to pull together for everyone. Paul gave up so much for us, and now its time to return the favor, I know he would never want his death to lead to the destruction of the band. We won't let it happen, regardless of the cost, Slipknot will fucking prevail. I make you a promise, right now Maggot, we will get through it. And we will be all the stronger for it.
Thank you, Paul.
Regrets are useless now, so instead, my deepest thanks for the best concert of my life, an ultimatum to my love for this band.
