Drums in the deep

The drums in the deep
Distant
Desperation doesn't fit in this hole
Expectation may have been lost
Deep
In the deep
Darkness fills these galleries in must
Darkness
Calls the demons of sharp teeth
Small teeth
Sensation is disturbance
No gods, No medals
No senses, No olfactory nerves
Nerves
Poetic as they get tense
Anesthetic as it gets dense
The air
Hard to breathe
The vision
Blurred
The thoughts
Distorted

Death
Comes in the deep
From the profoundness of a monster
From the filthiness of a dumpster
From the worms of a rotting corpse

Drums
Keep the march
Dull the match

Kill the lungs

It's clear

Violence approaches

Blood is boiling

Guts swell

Throat clamps

Eyes revolve

Lies evolve

Die unsolve

the Cry of revolver

At last

Feelings

Drums in the deep

Keep our distance

Crumps in the deep

Grit the instance

Give me no chance, You

gave me no chance

For one last single glance

For my last lonesome dance

Shall be (to the)

Bam

Bam

Bam

Drums in the deep...