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
