I think the drums are in my head
The wind is screaching
It is painting my mind red
Storms raging through time
People flowing through space
Everything is moving at it's own strange pace
Including me
Why have you come here?
This is not your place
Why do you stay here?
I see you in a difrent space
The rain is beating
I think the drums are in my head
The wind is screaching
It is painting my mind red
You had better leave now
Before you can't turn back
You say you want to stay now
But you'll wish you'd turned your track
It may be pretty on the outside
bit is it so at the core
you make think your on the round side
but it's square and nothingmore
The rain is beating
I think the drums are in my head
The wind is screaching
It is painting my mind red
I want you to go because I know best this place
Why put yourself in the position
You could just turn around and leave
What are you still doing here?
The rain is beating
I think the drums are in my head
The wind is screaching
It is painting my mind red
Red is not a pretty color
When the drums get even louder