Years have strayed my sensation,
My flame of contentment flickering away,
Fading
As my days and nights are spent,
searching for some longing intensity.
Why cant satisfaction caress me anymore?
Cheap wine and neon lights become my serenity,
Shading the truth that I've completely
Fallen.
Who am I right now?
My body is lethally sinful,
Deceiving my whole world,
That I'm still here
Remaining.
I've been to a manifold of mosh pits,
But I never really left my first,
I lost myself in a mosh pit
I can't return.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
Years have strayed my sensation,
My flame of contentment flickering away,
Fading
As my days and nights are spent,
searching for some longing intensity.
Why cant satisfaction caress me anymore?
Cheap wine and neon lights become my serenity,
Shading the truth that I've completely
Fallen.
Who am I right now?
My body is lethally sinful,
Deceiving my whole world,
That I'm still here
Remaining.
I've been to a manifold of mosh pits,
But I never really left my first,
I lost myself in a mosh pit
I can't return.
Online Definition: Moshing or slamdancing is a style of dance in which participants push or slam into each other, typically performed in "aggressive" live music. Moshing usually happens in the center of the crowd, generally closer to the stage, in an area called the "pit". It is intended to be energetic and full of body contact.
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