Children of Drums

These are the new mystics The new misfits 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 misfits 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 misfits 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