Warped Tour
A battle ground
where
young
Boys battle
fist pumping
dizzy spells
on edge
Electric shoots up
our spines
We drink in the aggression
and we spit out
lyrics
as we push
further
Charged
hearts on fire
We are going round
and round
Listen to the blaring sound
never stopping
the bruises never softening
Dust storms
kicked up
By
our warfar
Like little tornadoes
Creating
our own destruction
Covering our lips
and
legs
We thrash forward
To mosh
To warp
A Brotherhood
a kinship
The selected few
and even less common
the women
who brave
it
This goes out to you!
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