A t-shirt is the only thing between, flesh and cold steel.
Mashed up against the barricade, the rattling felt in the ribs.
How is it such madness can cause such peace?
At ease in the controlled riot, we find release.
Reverb shatters the conversations, feedback a cry for attention.
Lights dominate the eyes, a familiar song fills the gaps between.
And at this moment, this all feels like home.
Because outside, we feel like outcasts, alone.
Misfits tolerating, surviving, not really living.
Looking for a spark of surreal to balance out the normalcy.
It never ends.
But now we’re here, pressed together like one solid entity.
The right chords, the back beat, all add to this equation of self-fulfillment.
A bass line kicks, bleeding rhythm into our veins.
And the lyrics float out like neon butterflies, landing where they may.
Don’t let this party end.
It can’t end.
Time for a soul-encore, a second verse to this life.
Here with the masses, the hook dragging us into a sing-a-long.
All of us, from different places and different times.
Different colors, different thoughts. Different at the core.
But at this moment, we all sing along as one.
It goes on forever.
The house lights kick in, and all that’s left is smoke to remind us.
What we just saw still echoes, the drug still leaking through our brains.
Our joints and bones ache, our feet are fighting to keep us steady.
But the pain is worth the bliss, the risk of missing this not acceptable.
Witness to the true art form, the melody carried within all.
It ends, only to begin again.