Tears and blood

Headphones beat the blood of the Earth
My clothes drenched in the blood of the tribe
The blood of my brothers and sisters ringing in my pocket
Blood gurgling out directions and locations on the bus
The heart beat cannot be heard
Over the tremendous thumping of the heard
If it could be detected it would seem demented and disturbed
Out of beat and out of sorts
it cries out its silent song
Forgotten by the rioting thongs
Keep still, keep quiet
Careful not to get entrapped by the beast's diet
Eating and drinking blood
People sit in a silent mob
Holding back the flood
No tears to wash the blood off their faces
No soul to service and wash their blood stained clothes
Tears in the eyes are supposed to bury the pride
The lion doesn't care and tends to his pride