Sunburnt skin and a wristband scar, Cheap beer rainin’ from a plastic jar, Bass so loud it shakes my bones, Found my family in the overflow zone. Tent smells like regret and fries, Three days sleepless, bloodshot eyes, Someone lost a shoe again, But we’re still singin’ till the bitter end. Speakers crack, the night ignites, We don’t need sleep, we live for Hands up high, feel the sound collide, We’re alive in the chaos, swallowed by the night, Metal hearts, dirty souls, Turn it up—lose control! This is home, this is loud, In the crowd, we’re never alone! Playlist blastin’ at 6 a.m., Metalcore, death, and punk again, Headbang wars in the parking lot, Who needs sanity? We lost that plot. Laughing at the pain and dust, Amplifiers covered in rust, We came for riffs, we stayed for scars, And screaming lyrics at broken stars. Hands up high, feel the sound collide, We’re alive in the chaos, swallowed by the night, Metal hearts, dirty souls, Turn it up—lose control! This is home, this is loud, In the crowd, we’re never alone! I hear the echo in your voice, Broken, loud, but still a choice, We burn like lights before the fall, In this noise, I feel it all… THIS IS NOT A PHASE! THIS IS NOT A TREND! WE LIVE FOR THE RIFFS TILL THE BITTER END! MUD IN OUR LUNGS! BEER ON THE GROUND! LOSE YOUR DAMN VOICE TO THE FESTIVAL SOUND! ARE YOU READY TO BREAK?! Yeah, we’re already gone! ARE YOU READY TO LOSE IT ALL?! We’ll sing till the morning comes! Hands up high, feel the sound collide, We’re alive in the chaos, swallowed by the night, Metal hearts, dirty souls, Turn it up—LOSE CONTROL! No sleep, no fear, no shame, Just noise, just fire, just rain! SEE YOU IN THE PIT NEXT YEAR! Same scars… same songs… Same noise. 🤘
