Wild Drums

Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild
Bullets by the million strike through the water, window-like, until they
disappear, now one with the mirror into which you appear, you and all your
fears
A bed of shivers now replace that motion-weary summer lake. Now your god spits
his hate into your dinner plate. You’re grinning like a toddler,
because you no longer matter
Into the wild we run
Into the sound of wild drums
Into the wild
Into the wild