The beating of his drum was something like the beating of his heart.
Poor boy lost his heart to girl who lost her cherry to a smoker
He gave her anything,
He wrote her songs and sang so many,
He smashed the drum sticks in to the metal.
Clash Clash
He missed her so bad.
Clash  Clash Clash
He needed her arms wrapped around him.
Clash Clash Clash Clash
He craved her lips pressed against his.
Clash Clash Clash Clash Clash
He ached for her to say his name one last time.
Clash Clash Clash Clash Clash Clash
He wanted her back.
Clash Clash Clash Clash Clash Clash CRACK
His heart beat stopped at the crack line that went start down his drum stick.

It was the end of the world when Ares met Mars
Supposed to be counterparts, brothers in arms
But on opposing sides they stood
Couldn’t see eye to eye
And instead of stemming the blood
Each took an eye for an eye
Until in time the whole world went blind

The sword attacked and the spear struck back
But that’s what happens when cultures clash

When cultures collide
With anger and hatred it starts to divide
But nobody wins, cos the dead look the same on both sides

It was the mother of all storms when Jupiter met Zeus
There could have been a deuce; could have called a truce
But each wanted more and more
The two as black as thunder
And instead of stopping the war
Each stole the other’s thunder
Until in time the whole world went under

The thunder attacked and the lightning struck back
But that’s what happens when cultures clash

When cultures collide
With anger and hatred it starts to divide
But nobody wins, cos the dead look the same on both sides

The underworld shook when the earth caved in
Pluto and Hades together couldn’t take us all in
We didn’t see when being heartless
In wanting the best of both worlds
That the second of the two would be darkness
And together the weight of the worlds
Would send us crashing down to Tartarus

The rivers overflowed and the fires turned to ash
But that’s what happens when cultures clash