The power rips through the night Energy you just can't fight No escape from the fire Tension mounts and takes you higher Thousand there at the hour Band plays on and grasps the power Clench your fist and start to shake How much onslaught can you take? You're a GATECRASHER, sweat beads on your head GATECRASHER, blood is what you shed GATECRASHER, lash society GATECRASHER, it's what you want to be The speed builts intensity The metal has complexity The feel of leather, clang of chain Ears are bleeding from the pain The grind shatters time and space A glow around a broken face Enslaves your mind and very soul Seems so bold and yet so cold The lights they set the stage ablaze You're left there in a metal daze From the sound, shrapnel flies The music never seems to die GATECRASHER!

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