MOSH!!!!!
Imagine awe in slomo imagine giving in matching a fatal flaw Where hate and love for one another with so much rage! breeds new followers fallen soldiers pick themselves up with the help of other hands contort and stick out the graestest fear grips then lets go in beat marching, as we fall out shoes become missiles hands become knives tounges become lashes release becomes lives "this is my church" they say "this is where i heal my hurts" no,this is my therapy my bleedin` sympathy at the end we all give in to primal to a rival we all mosh!
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