Moshpit

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    Moshpit

    Music flowin through my veins,

    Just reach out and cause some pain.

    A punch to the face and a knee to the jaw,

    Heads hit heads, the weaker ones fall.

    Pick em up, move em out,

    Keep the pit going, don't quit now.

    I wipe the blood out from my eye,

    Then run back with a kamikaze cry.

    Crack some heads, stomp some shins,

    I can't wait til the music begins.

    I'm the first one in, the last one out,

    Moshing's what I'm all about.

    If I don't git hurt it wasn't that good,

    But Damn ya shoulda seen the other dude.

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    causeofbalance commented on Moshpit

    02-06-2009

    well said again, i love the shows where the music gets you going uncontrollably and the chaos of the floor matches the music. sounds like the metal head thats in me too :)

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