The Pulse Of The Dead

Heartbeat, can you be faking?
Dead inside
I'm waking
Beat me
I feel a little sick
Where is the trick?
Your lies are on to kill me
Kill the pulse inside me
Can't you show me a bit more?
Cut me a sore

Slightly mad, slightly dead
Where is the beat for survive?
Drive me sad, drive me dead
Fuck it, I stop complaining
No more beats remaining
Tired, 'cause lies can tell no trick
Fuck you, I live that hell ride
With the pulse of dead inside
There is nothing to show
It's empty life

And I was never alive
Slightly mad, slightly dead
There was no way for survive
Drive me sad, drive me dead
And there is nothing alive
All I have, all I had
Is just the pulse of the dead
Bequeathed

The pulse of the dead
The pulse of the dead
The pulse of the dead
The pulse of the dead