Green Room is a razorblade caught in your windpipe and the resulting, unfinished, tracheotomy -- the incisions... without the sutures. It’ll mangle your intestines til they fire off like wild fire hoses, tangling and spitting up your stomach broth like venom shooting medusa snakes with a bad agitation. By the end of the throttle, your body will throb to the beat of your overclocked pulse.
