I was in my car listening to ode to sleep and I was dancing and having a fun time and then out of nowhere I started crying because I understood a lyric and if that doesn’t describe what it’s like listening to twenty one pilots I don’t know what does
aries: twenty one pilots taurus: pierce the veil gemini: panic! at the disco cancer: 5 seconds of summer leo: all time low virgo: tonight alive libra: black veil brides scorpio: fall out boy sagittarius: my chemical romace capricorn: the 1975 aquarius:green day pisces: sleeping with sirens
tyler has kicked josh out of the band. josh has kicked tyler out of the band. the only one left is jenna. this was her plan all along
tyler has never been seen with the same instrument. he can play every instrument in the world. he is running out of new instruments, so he invents a new one. he can play it perfectly. he has already covered all of his songs with it.
josh won’t stop backflipping. he’s been backflipping for days now, his family and friends plead with him to stop. debby is crying. tyler is crying. how long can he survive? he is somehow susatining himself on ragged gulps of water offered up by a distraught group of the clique, how has he not choked on it yet?
josh has dyed his hair every colour. he has never been seen with hair the same shade two days in a row. he is currently trying to create new shades of dye, debby is becoming restless; all she has done, since she started dating josh, is dye his hair.
tyler won’t stop climing. he has scaled the stage already, and is working his way steadily upwards. the air is slowly thinning but he is relentless. he will soon run out of buildings to scale, maybe he will continue to climb out of the earth’s atmosphere, onwards to discover unknown lands. nothing will stop him
everyone is twenty one pilots. the band has beome so big it cant fit on the stage.
the lines of the logo get thinner very time a new album is released. by the 7th album the lines are less than a milimeter thick.
my name’s blurryface. your name’s blurryface. who is blurryface? everyone is blurryface. nobody is blurryface. a teacher calls on blurryface. 30 faces look up to her, their mouths open, replies forming, and dying in hesitation, and confusion on their lips.
you try to pronounce a normal ‘o’. you can’t. you can only pronounce it with the accent, only as ‘ø‘. you have changed your name so it includes an ‘o’, so you can show everyone on your twitter, through your bio, that you are part of the clique, with the line through it. what language is this from? you don’t know. you don’t care.
tyler has left the band to travel the world, filling all the potholes everywhere with more cement. he has started a government pressure group, demonstrating to gain attention for his cause. he hasn’t slept for days
twenty one pilots have invented their own genre. other bands try to follow in their footsteps, try to re-create sounds of this genre, but every time they try, they can’t.