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Your heart is beating loud,

Like a base drum in your favorite rock band,

The one you listen to to block out the hate,

So loud you can't hear yourself think,

Which is exactly what you want,

Your mind haunted with destruction,

Needs to become blank,

So you let the drums beat like your heart,

Let guitars strum like your memories,

Let the screams an lyrics be numb,

And the beats overpower the strums,

So the music drains your memories,

Making your mind as numb as the screams,

Then you can relax and take a nap,

With the drums, strums, and screams,

Still going in the background.