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ZOLTAN BATHORY: FIVE FINGER DEATH PUNCH's Songwriting Process Hasn't Changed After Addition Of New Guitarist

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In the loneliness of a room there was a wall, standing there: still and cool, blank and hollow, in front of me. I raised a fist to the wilderness of white paint and threw one single punch. I felt it hurt. But there was something beautiful and mysterious about being in control of my own pain. And slowly I realized that the hands of those who close their fingers Are painted by the universe: Purplish, greenish, bluish, yellowish, All those beautiful ishs mingled into galaxies that some eyes can’t see but all hands can touch. Beautiful.