feel the sweat in the hand nsee the back of a man ngo ahead to the front, to the bowl of blood nand then the lights are going down nand they’re starting the sound ncome on we’ll fire it up to the ecstasy nnabout 40 degrees, stifled cough to breathe ngetting kicked to the front to the left and back nand when you’re hitting the ground nyou’ve got no second to count nuntil they’re pulling you up to go on and on nni have not forgotten that i self-destruct nto get the power that gives me this type of strength nnon the ground of the pain we’ve got no damned and no saint nwe’re all just the same dark silhouettes nwho’re all singing the verse ninstead of call out a curse nand we’re coupling high to our max, so nn55 degrees…nnbell rings in my head: welcome to the pit ni have not forgotten how to self-destruct for rockin nntrying not to collapse, blocking all of the checks ncelebrate in the wave that we build at once nit is a thing to believe in: voluntary receiving ncome on we’re rolling it on, watch the circle go nn66 degrees... nnsweat is running down my face nit burns in my eyes again nnblast it up!