211: Winter Deluge
We think of our responsibilities, our worries, our future
The things we must do tonight
The people we’re friends with, or in love with
We think of everything
Outside a thousand drums pound
Unaware of our own drums in our heads
Tapping out a loud beat all can hear
Amongst the beat, the cries and shrieks of repression
Winter has come, and the dead come with it.
Yes, it is a reference.