Paroles de Pulse
Cold, still, i breathed, and reckoned with my headCut in, and see
My vision's tainted red
Become my only line of self defence
I've felt my conscience laking away
I've got to carry the weight,
I've got to feel the flame
I've got to breathe the air
I've got to face it all
Cold, still i freezed,
and thought of what I said
Cut in,
and see my thoughts have been drained
I've got to carry the weight,
I've got to feel the flame
I've got to breathe the air
I've got to face it all
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