pulse

Can't find my pulse
Can't find my pulse
Can't find my pul-

I was pronounced dead yesterday
But I still managed to get away
Oh what a shame
This aint no motherfuckin' game
Imma prove to you that even through death, I will prevail
Imma make you want to motherfuckin' bail
When you start to turn pale
After everyone watched you fail
And I heard the motherfuckin' wail, yeah

The wail of a banshee
Prounced dead at 1:53
You are now filled with glee
And I am finally free
Happiness has a price but I couldn't pay the fee
There's so much corruption for you to see
No witnesses so you could just flee
And continue your killing spree
You shot me in the knee
And then in the head and dropped me in the sea

Put 6 in the chamber and play Russian roulette with a twist
Probably better than a slit to the wrist
When you no longer want to exist
You just clenched your fist
And you made your wish
So you are dismissed
A bullet flew past me, looks like your wish has just missed
I bet you're getting more and more pissed

You throw a punch but I just dodge and weave
I've got plenty more tricks up my sleeve
You can't win, no matter how much you believe
Now I bet you wish you could just leave
But you ain't gonna make it out alive, yeah
Imma make your parents grieve
Yeah, this is the armageddon's eve

I can't find my pulse so I guess my heart just stopped beating
There's no way you think we're competing
We're only just meeting
And I think that is not a good greeting
You're already planning on retreating
Are you really that scared?
I ain't trick or treatin'
I'm just simply repeating

I can't find my pulse
Can't find my pulse
Can't find my pulse
I guess I'm just a ghost
Just a ghost
Yeah ay



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Writer(s): Taylor Bryan
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