The roar of the crowd
As it crushes your lungs
Still, you can sing
As you’re shoved back and forth
The band just plays on
Looking down from the stage
Making sweet music
As the mosh pitters rage
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The roar of the crowd
As it crushes your lungs
Still, you can sing
As you’re shoved back and forth
The band just plays on
Looking down from the stage
Making sweet music
As the mosh pitters rage