Pulse Lyrics

Pulse lyrics

my baby paints herself red
she paints her hair
her hair is dead
she's
living in the city
with the bodies that scream
we are all jesus
we all
dream
see the dancer in there reeling
paint the sky upon the
ceiling

four useless gods upon a day
so blinded by the filth on
sunday
saying the words for the idiots
you are miracle drivel
optical
sewer
listens to the flowers fall
paint the words upon the
wall

this is the pulse of fools like you
who sound so red and turn so
blue
the sound of uselessness in summer
the war is over if you
want

see the dancer see me reeling
paint the sea upon the
ceiling

pulse

my baby paints herself red
she paints her
hair
her hair is dead
she's living in the city
with the bodies that
scream
we are all jesus
we all dream
see the dancer see me
reeling
paint the sky upon the ceiling

that's pulse