The Pulse of the Dead - Parasite Inc.

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

(So sick)

Fuck you, I live that hellride

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, 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

(The pulse of the dead)

(The pulse of the dead)