Vent Lyrics - Singles - Crashdog

We run around in circles 

Like chickens without a head, 

Social inhibition 

Is something quickly shed, 

Everyone's the same 

When you're slamming in the pit, 

Never need to worry 

How you're going to fit. 

You're the one that suffers 

When you stand and stare, 

Out there I am no one 

And in here no one cares. 

My ears are humming 

'Cause the music's loud, 

As I take a leap 

Over the crowd, 

The floor is swelling 

With a sweaty throng, 

This is where I belong. 

As the world worsens 

In its misery, 

I need to find release 

Of this pent-up energy. 

What a better way 

Than in a crowded hall? 

It's hockey without a puck, 

It's rugby without a ball, 

It's time to rub some elbows 

It's time to fellowship. 

It's time to fuel the flame of life 

That Jesus Christ has lit. 

What's in is out, 

Non-conformity 

Has been established. 

It's punk this, 

It's punk that, 

I don't need you to tell 

Me what is punk, 

I'm doing my own thing. 

Packed-in sardines 

In a body swamp, 

Some will want to skank, 

Some will want to stomp. 

The pogo's still in style 

With those in the old school, 

Down with hate and violence 

Is the only rule, 

You say that punk is dead, 

You say that it is gone, 

Maybe you gave up 

Maybe you're just wrong.