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The drums are close behind
I can hear their booming in my mind
In the darkness, I hate every sleepless hour
Year after year, it gets louder and louder
Boom, boom
Sometimes I picture a cruel player
Smashing stretched skins with otherworldly power
Licking his lips before he swallows us whole
A myriad of souls lost in a dark fishbowl
Feeding the universe's unrelenting hunger
Oh, the horror
Oh, why bother
Brother, will you pour me a glass?
Let's just talk about a girl's ass
Or about our bittersweet past
Let's sit and drink and laugh
And have a smoke while time passes
Tomorrow we'll kill our masters
We'll live the freedom of the dying creatures
We'll sing and love and dance
We'll stop believing in second chances
And create our very own romances
Brothers and sisters, feel the drums
I want to hear the whole world hum
I want to be the smiling surviving son
Right here, burning under a red hot sun
I want to forget about the promises from above
And dance amongst the ones crazy enough to love