Ashes in the Pulse

Uhum uhum so hard to find

Uhum uhum one of kind

Pulse

I see you on the other side

Aaaaaaaaah

Clock hands melt on the window frame

Cracked teeth grin in a dying game

Sidewalks hum with forgotten names

Rust in my lungs but I light the flame

Oil slicks bloom where the children played

Voices thin out like a razor blade

Midnight spits on a crooked stage

Still I carve my name in the acid rain

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

Bent halos in the pawnshop glass

Old gods sleep where the beggars pass

Ink runs wild on my broken maps

Chasing a song that's bound to collapse

Soot in my steps nails in my grin

Trading my breath for a bottle of sin

The city's a wound I keep crawling in

But even the rats know where I've been

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

Ghosts in my pocket

Dust in my bread

Wore my own shadow

Till the stitches bled

Steel in my whisper

Mud in my crown

I built my kingdom

From the ruins down

Scrape my thoughts on a cold tin plate

Feed them to wolves that the poets made

Burn my regrets in a kerosene lake

Float through the dark like a twist of fate

Sparks in the throat sirens decay

I etch my prayers in a windowpane

No map no mercy no masquerade

Just bones and beats and the break of day

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

Ashes in the pulse

Smoke in the vein

Dreams drip slow

Down a rusted chain

Ashes in the pulse

Spit on the shrine

I walk through the flood

With a splintered spine

People like us so hard to find

Playing tennis with your mind

Back and forth through the static and grime

Serve you a thought smash back a sign

Ghost court no line judge in sight

Just bruised up dreams in the floodlight

People like us kinda slip through time

Playing tennis with your mind

Playing tennis with your mind

Mine mine mine

So hard to find

Wish you were mine

Mine mine mine

Mine