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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