The mosh pit

Your eardrums start to pound,
As the drummer makes the first sound
You begin to bang your head,
Once the guitarist starts to shred

People begin to surf the crowd,
When the music starts to get loud
You can see the bassist start to sweat,
While you touch a hand you'll never forget.

As the music pulsates through your soul,
Your body starts to loose control
The lyrics imbedded in your brain,
Seem to be an escape from all the pain.