feel the sweat in the hand
see the back of a man
go ahead to the front, to the bowl of blood
and then the lights are going down
and they’re starting the sound
come on we’ll fire it up to the ecstasy
about 40 degrees, stifled cough to breathe
getting kicked to the front to the left and back
and when you’re hitting the ground
you’ve got no second to count
until they’re pulling you up to go on and on
i have not forgotten that i self-destruct
to get the power that gives me this type of strength
on the ground of the pain we’ve got no damned and no saint
we’re all just the same dark silhouettes
who’re all singing the verse
instead of call out a curse
and we’re coupling high to our max, so
55 degrees…
bell rings in my head: welcome to the pit
i have not forgotten how to self-destruct for rockin
trying not to collapse, blocking all of the checks
celebrate in the wave that we build at once
it is a thing to believe in: voluntary receiving
come on we’re rolling it on, watch the circle go
66 degrees...
sweat is running down my face
it burns in my eyes again
blast it up!