We are the echelon, the kings and the queens. We live closer to the edge. We may seem like strangers in a strange land to some, but we’re a family. We’re so different, but united by music. It’s our escape from reality, from yesterday, from all the struggles. Our world revolves around Thirty Seconds To Mars as they’re our saviors. We’d go 93 million miles just to see them, there might be 100 suns between us and it wouldn’t even matter. We’d search and destroy, we’d go to the edge of the earth for these people. The best nights of our lives? Mars shows. When there’s a show is coming, it’s time to wake up, it’s time for the fallen to rise. Those nights feel like a fantasy. Thousands of people singing together, vox populi - “This is war! This is war! This is war!”. At that moment, the world disappears, all the attacks, all the kills, all the thoughts of revenge, everything just disappears. ..when it ends, “was it a dream? just a beautiful lie?” runs through our minds. But it never is. It’s reality. A bloody amazing reality. And there will be no oblivion. There were rumors about Thirty Seconds To Mars breaking up, another modern myth, but we knew all the way that the end of the tour was just the end of the beginning. And we were right - there’s a hurricane coming, a revolution. And we? we are praying for a riot. We know that the new album will be just right. Many more lives will be saved, many more people will realize that heaven can wait for them. New brothers and sisters will join our family. And we’ll stand here proudly, greeting them: “Welcome to the Universe”.