Long ago
A race of primates,
Indulged in their indifference and drowning in their disposition,
Inhabited the grounds that millennia had shown to be of wear
Stories formed from expiry
Conspiracies of secret societies
Crimes amongst their harmless lies
All formed beneath the one true state of kind
These primates wanted
A state of being so out-worldly
They wanted one thing...
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
MOSHPIT
