Trent looking happier than usual on stage.

The crowd cheers enthusiastically as the band take the stage. "I'm home, man," Trent says, and the crowd cheers even louder. Derrick sits down at his drum kit, and after a "1! 2! 3! 4!" the band tears into 'Crucified', their opening song. To the band's delight, the crowd even sings along with some of the words. "We fucking love you!" Trent cries about halfway through, and cheers are heard. A bra even gets thrown on stage, which trent throws to Gabe, who keeps it on his guitar headstock for the rest of the song. "Alright, our next number is a song called 'Wake Up,'" Trent says, and the crowd cheers as he picks up a guitar and starts strumming wildly at it, trying to recreate the noisy, distorted intro from the studio version. The band launch into it energetically, jumping around and giving their all.

the morning scatters in
and i'm just waking up
i've got to cut off my nose
to spite my coffee cup
and i swallow my pills
that i chase with my drink
and i need to put myself away
before i can even think

the walls are shaking and splitting
and with the paper i'm sitting
trying to jot my money maker on the lines
and oh god do i hate this
i don't know how i'm gonna make it
the things that we all do just to get by

writing for everyone
that seems so far away
i'll stay inside today
writing for everything
that tried to get away
i think that i'll stay inside
i think i'll sleep off the day

and everything i put out
into the world turns into shit
i've tried to kill it all, to dumb it down,
i tried to swallow it
i'm looking six different kinds of crazy
god blames my mom because she made me
oh god it's me again

writing for everyone
that seems so far away
i'll stay inside today
writing for everything
that tried to get away
i think that i'll stay inside
i think i'll sleep off the day

it's raining and it's pouring and i'm trying to ignore
the sound of the phone
i'll pretend i'm not home
i'll pretend that i'm gone
that i'm gone
i'm so gone

After the song ends, Gabe takes a minute to tune his guitar while Trent sits down at the edge of the stage. "Let's get some audience participation.." he says, and Teresa begins playing the synth beat to 'Amerika', at which point the crowd starts freaking out. Trent jumps from the edge of the stage onto the barricade seperating them from the crowd and leans over them, holding the mic out, allowing them to sing the first verse. As soon as it gets to the chorus, Gabe joins in on guitar and Trent begins screaming the lyrics,

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, look at the size of my cock

instead of going to the second verse, Trent just leans back from the crowd and surveys them. "Okay, pretty good," he says, "but this time I want everybody in this fucking room singing along, alright?" he says, and they launch right back into the chorus, with Trent going over the barricade and into the crowd, who are screaming along with him,

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, we really know how to rock

i'm an american, i'm the face of the world
i'm an american, i'm not just some little girl
i'm an american, explosive culture shock
i'm an american, look at the size of my cock

Teresa cuts off the synth line as the security guards fish Trent out of the pit and throw him back on stage. They pull the microphone out of the crowd by the cord only to find a smashed cylinder of metal. A stage hand runs on stage with a backup mic for him. "You guys are fucking crazy," he says, laughing a bit. "Let's end tonight with a nice cover, shall we?" he says, and Teresa begins playing samples of women moaning, some slowed down, some sped up, giving a very creepy, surreal sound. Derrick joins in with some tribal drumming, and Gabe begins strumming out huge, distorted chords. Trent grabs the mic and gets down on his knees, singing forcefully,

Get down make love!
Get down make love!
Get down make love!
Get down make love!

He stops and looks up at the crowd, who are thoroughly surprised that Shadowmachine is covering a queen song. Trent gets to his feet and continues singing, making up some of his own lyrics,

You say you're hungry, I give you meat
You say you're cold, I give you heat
You suck my cock, You give me head
Make love, inside your beds

Everytime I get up, you just want to go down
Everytime I get up, you just want to go down
Everytime I get up, you just want to go down
Get down, get down make love

Teresa continues playing random samples, some from pornos, some from 50's b-movies, as strobe lights flash behind the band. "I want to see you go fucking crazy!" Trent screams, as he continues singing, his voice distorted,

Everytime I get high, you wanna cool down
Everytime I get up, you wanna go down
Everytime I get hot, you wanna cool down
So get down, get down, get down make love

As he finishes the last line, he runs over to the drum kit and picks up a cymbal, throwing it against the wall. Gabe picks up his guitar and smashes it over his amp. Derrick throws his sticks up in the air and they come down and hit him in the face. Trent runs over to the keyboard, knocks it over, and using the heel of his boot, strips the keys off it and tries to break it in half. As all the chaos unfolds, the crowd just watches, speechless. After most everything is destroyed, Trent bows, and jumps into the audience.

SETLIST
1. Crucified
2. Wake Up
3. Amerika
4. Get Down, Make Love (Queen Cover)