stick strike
count off
it's that
boomboom
rat-tat-tat
that I feel coming up.
the thick chunk
deep bass thump
snare sting crash.
rollingrollingrolling
stop
it's that
boom crash
boomboom crash
rat-tat-crash-rat-tat-tat
boom crash
boomboom crash
snare sting crash
bassbass
that keeps me here.
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