The Pit
Tribal rythems scream through my body
pulling me into ritualistic patterns of violence
The feel of bodies pushing and slaming into me
Agression at it's finest
as my sweat mixes with the others
a feeling of release washes over my body
as if the Gods have seen fit to touch me from their place on high
And I wait for that next entrancing rythem
wait for it to pull me to violence again.
Tribal rythems scream through my body
pulling me into ritualistic patterns of violence
The feel of bodies pushing and slaming into me
Agression at it's finest
as my sweat mixes with the others
a feeling of release washes over my body
as if the Gods have seen fit to touch me from their place on high
And I wait for that next entrancing rythem
wait for it to pull me to violence again.