Pulse
Do your thing but you ought to knowWe just make it up as we goNo point in stressingWe’re not impressing them anymoreThey're so scriptedThey’re so predictable like oh
Do your thing but you ought to knowWe just make it up as we goNo point in stressingWe’re not impressing them anymoreWe've unscriptedNow we do what we wantLike oh
Stuck us in boxes, that’s where you want usCardboard is boring, we brought our matchesStuck us in boxes, that’s where you want usCardboard is boring- look how it burns
So tell me do you have a pulse, do you have a pulse, do you have a pulse?Tell me do you even know, do you even know, do you even know?
Do your thing and go numb it downTry to make them all love you nowYou hold you breath like you’re second guessing what you put outCross your heart and hope to dilute it down, like oh
Do your thing and go live a liePlay it nice and go run and hideTurn down the pulsing, the pulsing you know you feel insideTill you burst and finally do what you want, like oh
Stuck us in boxes, that’s where you want usCardboard is boring, we brought our matchesStuck us in boxes, that’s where you want usCardboard is boring- look how it burns
So tell me do you have a pulse, do you have a pulse, do you have a pulse?