Mosh Pit Masacre

Broken toes and a busted face
Heads cracked and muscles pulled
I've seen it all and had it happen

I give it all in the mosh pit mascre
All in the name of losing control
If only for those few hours of a blissful high

I get musically high, thats all I need
To give in and start it all

A swirling pool of intertwined souls
A giant mass of people, with a love for music and primal urges

In the pit anything goes and all is forgiven
The people you scrap with become your brothers and sisters
They help you when you fall, just to try and knock you back down again
An ironic bond between strangers... all in the pursuit of musical love

"Never let it go"