Missing A Pulse

Deceased

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    Sense the fate that's in hand feel the wheels stop turning
    Confirmed blood is dead stop the flesh and bone
    I think it's quite intriguing these thoughts we wonder
    The end comes much too soon pulse is running slow

    There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
    There's no real identity to it all...

    As present as all this is no one real word describes it
    Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain
    I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there
    Some things, some times never to be explained!

    There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
    There's no real identity to it all.
    Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
    For with every birth one day there is goodbye!

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    Inflicted by the curse of doom sands of time delivered
    Some things, some times never to be explained!

    There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
    There's no real identity to it all.
    Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
    For with every birth one day there is goodbye!

    Missing pulse now freshly cut transplanted life somewhere else
    It strays away to joyous cells completely unattached to flesh and bone

    Missing pulse now passed away tainted senses find demise
    Pulse beat prisoner with the stare production halted and compromised

    We must prepare for that one time day to exact the things we fear
    Face the truth we're all death's children growing to die
    And there is nothing in this world that can stop the death of life
    For with every birth one day there is goodbye
    Missing a pulse!!!

    Present as all this I, no one real word describes it
    Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain
    I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there
    Some things, some times just never to be explained!

    There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
    There's no real identity to it all.
    Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
    For with every birth one day there is goodbye
    Missing a pulse!!!

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