| Crowd-Surfing |
| In the pit Amongst my friends True selves revealed And comfort in venting, Foreseeing the end Near in motions Winding teenage ritual fragrance Exuding from the masses Surrounding me Who I despise And love the polite strangers Who offer up their stash Where in the inner circle Masks disguise Thunder, roaring up beneath my feet Music, Sun strokes me Bash, metal, flash Children half my age Are all the rage And filled with fear Anticipation, liberation The steroid man with the hairy back Lifts me, hurls me Into the arms of my peers Into all that I Love and loathe Bass pumping Bottom has fallen out From below And within They're dancing on hell's fires High atop the limbs Of my faceless brethren So surreal, transversing To this excellent song Loud and proud The music is long Trancing here with my tribe Making my ascension through the crowd Hands, hands all over me Bestow the vibe From head to toe Arteries swell They're scared for me And envy me, "Catch me! I almost fell" No sun can harm me OR head from the dead, "Oops, so sorry...didn't mean to Kick you in the head!" Life is surfing Where I am the breeze Earth and her axis In unison, freeze And I know This is the closest I will Ever come to flying. |