Songtext von Without Pulse

I challenge the established By questioning everything No reality is greater No one is more incompatible Reality is a lie in a black mind I'm dying, slowly without rhythm Without pulse Pointless game this life And endless jigsaw No new knowledge can be Extracted from this Mundane thought binds me tight Time to stand up and reset my mind We are all hookers, but who fucking cares Spinning wheel of life and death We are all some day out of breath