Lyrics
Drums in the forest
Here they come to tell us they've won
And who stands before us?
Another one under the gun
More pressure, faster they beat
Slow down, I can't compete
The cadence is killing me, killing me
They're getting loud
What do you say we get out?
Find a new way, a new crowd
A new kind of proud
Reach down inside
Give 'em our best
Burn to thrive
We are chosen
Till we find some of our own
Drums in the forest
They won't rest
'Cause they're on a quest
The call of their chorus
Sounds of distress
But I will protest
Sun comes and goes away
There goes another day
Is anything sacred anymore, anymore?
Reach down inside
Give 'em our best
Burn to thrive
We are chosen
Till we find some of our own
Burn to thrive
Burn to thrive