The drum is humming
As the danger keeps coming
Thunk, a-thunk, thunk thunk
There is no one around
No one to save you
They reserve their love
For the ones they truly care for
You are nothing
But a cow
To be milked dry
And fed to the slaughter
Locust crawling in my head
Never leave ‘til they’re fed
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