Saturday night, he's dressed in black. Drinking alcohol, there's never enough. With shining spikes and bullet belts, he'll make you mosh out of your pelts. The gig is awesome, he starts to mosh. In this bloody pit, he is the boss. None shall defy his brutal savage power, cause if you ever do you'll end up disemboweled
Mosh Pit Maniac: Get out of his way Mosh Pit Maniac: Thrash metal to obey Mosh Pit Maniac: Lunatic fucking banger Mosh Pit Maniac: Always filled with anger
Bruising and bleeding, he doesn't give a shit. Cause in his moshing pit, there's none to compete. But now the mosh is over, it's time to drink at last, the hellhole bar awaits to end the moshing blast. It's now Sunday's dawn, but why should he care? He won't be asked to leave, cause none will dare. And if the cops arrive, there's time for one last mosh, the soberphobic beast will headbang at all cost.
Mosh Pit Maniac: Get out of his way Mosh Pit Maniac: Thrash metal to obey Mosh Pit Maniac: Lunatic fucking banger Mosh Pit Maniac: Always filled with anger
Whimps watch , while men mosh.
He's a maniac...and he's coming for you!
where is he now?He suddenly awakes. Vomits are all around, his head awfully aches. He can't remember anything, only a moshing blur. The cops must have had busted him, their stink is in the air. The door suddenly opens, he's free to leave their sty. He laughs and regrets nothing, he'll do this 'till he dies.
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