the drums keep pounding
the drums keep pounding
and all i see is red
the drums keep telling me
rhyming is for the dead
the drums keep pounding
and all i feel is blue
the crisis is coming
nothing you read is true
the drums keep pounding
and all i look is green
the laughter is sounding
like dying into a machine
the drums are cracking
and i’m cracking up too
i can be better
than these drums can be true
so my fists keep pounding
and my read is red
and my blue is blead
and my green is greyd
and my loud is lead
and my arms are dead
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