new aesthetic: surreal pop punk
your shorts are glowing and are made of a material not known to this world. your vans die and regenerate every night. every band does covers of gregorian chants. your bangs extend into infinity.
fall out void
Abandon your mortal form and ascend to a higher plane! at the disco
my chemical existance
damn the pope about to preach some sick verses
the guy beatboxing behind him
"the guy" is the italian presidentP-Francis and the Prez
"I will now rap John 15, verses 1-17. Prez, drop the beat."