onsdag den 8. oktober 2014

Random thoughts. Fuck you.

Head bangers in leather. Sparks fly in the dead of the night. It all comes together. When they hoot out the lights. 50,000 watts of power. And it's pushin' overload. The beast is ready to devour. All the metal they can hold reachin overload. Start to explode.
It's your one way ticket to midnight. Call it Heavy Metal. Higher than high, feelin' just right. Call it Heavy Metal. Desperation on a red line. Call it Heavy Metal noise!
Tight pants and lipstick. She's riding on razor's edge. She holds her own against the boys. Yeah! Cuts through the crowd just like a wedge. Ohh, can you feel the static. So many contacts being made. We've got up front fanatics. Tearing down the barricade. To reach the stage. Can you feel the rage?

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