Mind in a Mosh Pit

I look like you
I speak like you
I seem
Completely frozen

But I want to move fast
My mind’s in a mosh pit
Everything’s smashed
Again and again if
The beat were to stop
I would be dead
My heartbeat’s the hardcore
Stomp in my head

And when it’s time for this to show outside
When Dr. Crazyfist bursts from Hyde
I cannot explain the relief that is felt…
When the ice from my mind to my movement melts