Children of Drums
David Levine, Joram Metekohy
These are the new mystics the new misfit's
Truth on their lips like they just kissed it
Eyes open wide so they don't miss it
The future is wild and our
Style is running it
These are the new mystics the new misfit's
Fist raised in praise of existence
Children of drums driven by bass kicks
Watching the sunset burn down the matrix
And our style is running it
Eyes open wide so they don't miss it
The future is wild and our
Style is running it
These are the new mystics the new misfit's
Truth on their lips like they just kissed it
Eyes open wide so they don't miss it
The future is wild and our
Style is running it
And our style is running it