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!