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