sometimes i can’t feel my pulse… i guess that’s normal right?... this is the human high… sugar cane and savory flavors… consistent dilemma over value… people or paper… self induced or self abuse?... either way the populous is tiring out… either way the populous is tiring out… destruction also has a pulse and it also needs to feed… maybe a high in itself… just a bit of that unanticipated intoxication… let’s call it power… too many cowards in control… too many puppets run the shows… hardly in charge of their own actions… it’s all iconic salaries and eight ball hat tricks now… either way the populous is tiring out… either way the populous is tiring out… behind the walls there lies foundation… inside the storm lies energy… inside the sound you’ll find a passion… inside the passion you’ll find a pulse… besides the constant repetition… the faces that have lost their innocence… i still think something drives them forward… i still see all the cults and tortures… let it thrive until it falls… you can judge the end yourself… you will change forget the wrongs… maybe then you’ll find a pulse… let it thrive until it falls… you can judge the end yourself… you will change forget the wrongs… maybe then you’ll find a pulse… sometimes i can’t feel my pulse… i guess that’s normal right?... this is the human high… this is the human high… this is the human high… this is the human high…
credits
from The Blue Suede EP,
released April 8, 2014
Recorded and produced by Kyle Jones at Sleeping Brotherhood Studios
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