(Intro - Pure Drums: toms roll into a four-on-the-floor kick, frantic hi-hat, a single rimshot count)
(Verse 1)
Black coffee, sticks taste of resin and flame,
Gutters of sweat, the kit knows my name.
Snare's crack like a welt on the night,
Toms like thunderline, low and tight.
Amp stands shiver, cables hum and glow,
Kick down low — a piston under the floor below.
Hands calloused, wrists wired to time,
I'm carving the heartbeat, one stick at a time.
(Pre-Chorus)
Sticks blur — quicker, tighter, denser now,
Rims whisper, snares spit, cymbals bow.
Tension coils — breath held, crowd a seam...
Now!
(Chorus)
I'M THE ENGINE — PULSE, PULSE!
THUD, CRASH — FEEL THE GUTS!
PISTON HEART — RATTLE AND ROLL!
KICK, SNARE — TAKE CONTROL!
(Verse 2)
Eight small hours, one-thousand practiced hands,
Counted beats like rivets in the stands.
From jazz brushes to stadium thunder-pull,
Ghost-notes crawl, then I let 'em all go full.
Rimshot air cuts clean through the floor,
Backbeat answers, opens every door.
I don't chase lights — I make the ground breathe,
A furnace of rhythm, every strike a wreath.
(Pre-Chorus)
Sticks blur — tighter, denser, faster still,
Sweat on the cheek, a metronome of will.
Tension coiling—two lines, three... one scream...
Now!
(Chorus)
I'M THE ENGINE — PULSE, PULSE!
THUD, CRASH — FEEL THE GUTS!
PISTON HEART — RATTLE AND ROLL!
KICK, SNARE — TAKE CONTROL!
(Bridge — Drum Solo Feature / Call & Response)
(Vocal cue: short, staccato shouts to punctuate the solo)
Roll! — (Drum flurry answers)
Fill! — (Rimshots, tom cascades)
Crash! — (Explosive cymbal pile)
Go! — (Double-kick blast)
(Spoken shout over tribal toms)
Roll! Fill! Crack the air! Smash the silence! Do it again!
(Drum Solo: a blistering minute — tribal toms, blast accents, ghost-note whispers building to a colossal tom/cymbal flurry)
(Guitar/Bass Re-Entry — half-time thunder groove)
Lock the riff, let the low end breathe,
Drums lay down a half-time grave.
Big and slow — the room feels the weight,
Every kick a stamped and steady freight.
(Bridge — Vocal hooks over groove)
Hit the rimshot, feel the snap,
Let the crowd lean into the map.
Sticks like hammers, palms like stone,
This is the anvil, this is the throne.
(Final Chorus - Full Power)
I'M THE ENGINE — PULSE, PULSE!
THUD, CRASH — FEEL THE GUTS!
PISTON HEART — RATTLE AND ROLL!
KICK, SNARE — TAKE CONTROL!
(Sing/chant layer)
Hear that THUNDER — roll and fill!
Crack the night — bend it to our will!
(Outro - Ramp to Breakneck)
Hit it hard! (CRASH!) Hit it fast! (CRASH!)
Make this heartbeat built to last!
The Engine Room — gut, grit, and core!
GIVE ME MORE! GIVE ME MORE!
(End)
Final massive kick + cymbal CRASH, then a single, dying tom rumble that fades to black.
