The Rhythm Of The Heat

Looking out the window, I see the red dust clear. High up on the red rock, stands the shadow With the Spear. The land here is strong, Strong beneath my feet. It feeds on the blood, It feeds on the heat. The rhythm is below me, the rhythm of the Heat. The rhythm is around me, The rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me, The rhythm has my soul. Drawn Across the plain land to the place that is Higher. Drawn into the circle that dances 'round the Fire. We spit into our hands and breathe across The palms. Raising them up high, Held open to the soul. Drawn across the plain land to the place that Is higher. Drawn into the circle that dances 'round The fire. We spit into our hands and breathe Across the palms. Raising them high, held open to the Soul. Subconscious uncertain, I'm showered with the dust. The spirit enters into me and I Submit To trust. Smash the radio. No outside voices here. Smash the watch. Cannot hear the date it strikes. Smash the camera. Cannot steal my spirits. The rhythm is around me, the rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me, The rhythm has my soul.