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 k** me…
k** 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
f** it - I stop complaining
No more beats remaining
Tired - coz lies can tell no
Trick… so sick
f** 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 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