RLRR LRLL

RLRR

LRLL

 

In a hall of thousands

from a black hole school

is where the students chaos resides

 

for each individual student

in such a cramped demeanor

brings forth incomparable drives

 

RLRR

LRLL

 

each so different, so unique

it makes you question the test

that lie beneath student's feet

 

as to what drives me consistent 

i march to a snare cadence 

one most basic smooth and sweet

 

RLRR

LRLL

 

a simple par-a-did-dle

 

as the shuffles of the hall

swing eight notes off my feat

i fight the crowd with the consistent

 

RLRR

LRLL

 

When my work becomes too tough

its 3 am again and my eyes are at war and battling

i bring out my snare 2b sticks and

 

RLRR

LRLL

 

As the lecturer goes

and talkes for the miles of an hour

i tap on the chewed chair

 

RLRR

LRLL


When sanity is                                                                     lost

and its the only consistent thing                                                                                                 FOUND

wHaT                                                      MakeS          ME hAPpy                                       is

 

RLRR
LRLL

And then I am at peace.

 

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