[Verse 1]
Boot prints in the practice room dust
Calloused hands on a chipped red axe
Your old sticks taped by the kick
You said, “Hit ’em hard, don’t look back”
Band flyers on the concrete wall
Sweat stains bleeding through my shirt
Neighbors pounding on the ceiling
We just laughed and played it worse (yeah)
[Chorus]
Beat that drum, son, shake the ground
Make the rafters scream, let the past fall down
If your heart feels numb, make a war out of sound
Beat that drum, son
’Til the ghosts bow down
[Verse 2]
Rust scars on the steel rack
You tuned low, said “Feel that growl”
Cheap mics, cracked amps humming
You swore this room could move the clouds
Now I’m spitting fire through the static
Spiral lyrics, venom on the tongue
Every double-kick feels like you
Shouting “Hit it harder, don’t you run” (hey)
[Chorus]
Beat that drum, son, shake the ground
Make the rafters scream, let the past fall down
If your heart feels numb, make a war out of sound
Beat that drum, son
’Til the ghosts bow down
[Bridge]
All these nights, red eyes, blue screen glow
Clipping tracks, stacking rage, letting go
Basslines tear the air like a storm front
I hear your laugh in every downstroke, grunt (ugh)
[Chorus]
Beat that drum, son, shake the ground
Make the rafters scream, let the past fall down
If your heart feels numb, make a war out of sound
Beat that drum, son
Beat that drum, son
’Til the ghosts bow down