Forestry com—mission!

Trippin in a outdoor rave
What a way to misbehave
All manner of illusions colour appearing in the tree tops
Majestic collaboration of tunes, pills and trips popped
Hardstyle music only no techno allowed at this rave
The twisted generation a unique gathering needs to be saved
Hippys banned on principle bringing their dogs and kids along
No drum circles and acoustic guitar soloist breaking in to song
Sesh hard sesh heads ending up completely annihilated
Enjoying night before daylight comes leaving you violated
Wandering all over the forest on a magical mystery tour
Substance misuse an array of drug taking people  galore
Day time approaches with the ravers will still going strong
Right there in the moment is where each of us belong
For the tunes to keep playing until the generators die
Time for designated drivers to regain a normal eye
Good for nothing navigator twisted up still a hallucinating mess
Which way home? I don't know I’ll give it my best guess
Driving lost on the moors before finally finding the way home
Another sleep deprived night ahead to that we are prone.