• To the music’s pace,
    We get punched in the face,
    Though never has there been a happier place.

    Yelling, kicking, punching, screaming,
    Nothing comes close to that glorious feeling.
    Never stopping to think how we’ll feel in the morning.

    If you never have been there,
    You won’t understand
    The thrill and excitement of lifting a man.

    Where is this place,
    Where chaos is fit?
    I speak, of course,
    Of in the mosh pit.