Pulse

The deep black, the bloody arms swing

Suffering from severe dementia

And they thought you were the one

You were the oneSome folks were never meant to last my friend

Some people meet an early endThings happen when you don't go to sleep

Wide awake in a lucid nightmare

No line between, reality and dreams

The deep black, the bloody arms swing

We cannot know the suffering that you know

And that's why you had to go

That's why you had to goSome folks were never meant to last my friend

Some people meet an early end

(There's no pulse!)

Don't even bother trying to find a pulse