The Rhythm Of The Heat New Blood Version

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 rhythm is inside me. The rhythm is my soul. The rhythm Me. The rhythm of me. The Rhythm of me. The rhythm rhythm of me. The rhythm of me. The rhythm The Rhythm Of me. 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, then breathe across the Palms. Raising them up high, held open to the Sun. 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, then breathe across the Palms. Raising them up high, held open to the Sun. Self-conscious, uncertain, I'm showered with the Dust. But the spirit enters into me and I Submit To trust. Smash the radio. No outside voices here. Smash the watch. Cannot tear the day to shreds. Smash the camera. Cannot steal these spirits. The rhythm is around me. The rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me. The rhythm is my soul.