The Pulse Test

Another weekend working the franchises no surprises here
We’re the disaffected mass you can’t excise, get excited
From the beat, from your weak mistakes
We demand the right to claim

No excuses, no surprises that history beats on, that it reaps upon the weak
So weak

So you better retreat from your mistakes
Oh stop repeating your sad mistakes
So you better retreat from those mistakes

So I give myself license to kill your paragons
For in truth, it’s greater than this, I’m not wrong

Do you have the right to win, to ruin, to right every wrong you say that I’m wrong.
It’s not wrong to forgive

So you better retreat from your mistakes
Oh stop repeating those sad mistakes
Those sad mistakes of yours every week it’s the same
No Excuses

No excuses, no surprises that history beats on, that it reaps upon the weak
Everyone says it’s about time I just get along, no we’re doing this every week
I’m far too impatient I have to protest too much
You better stick this shit back in the mud
Back from the beat of the pulse of the truth
Yeah you’re back from the beat that pulses the end of the truth

I guess we’re doing this every week, I’m too impatient to wait
To retreat from your mistakes
Oh stop repeating those mistakes
Don’t tell me I’m doing it wrong

There’s enough time to try it again
Every week it’s the same (3x)