Drum set in the sky,
Huge crashes and pounding drums fill up the whole place,
The bass drum making the sound-wave with one giant head,
It's similar to a secret part of my head.
Huge crashes and pounding drums fill up the whole place,
The bass drum making the sound-wave with one giant head,
It's similar to a secret part of my head.
A ghost that's gone,
Left in it's place instead, a love for certain sounds:
Bass drum clouds!
Lightning shoots out of my eyes to blow fuses,
Not angry but singing my songs,
Conducting with cloud hands made of moisture and electric shocks.
Most of the sounds that come from my hands are the thunder explosions.
When I clap together, waking you up.
But that spell's wearing off.
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