Lyrics Heaven or Helvetica - Pulses.

They don't hear the boy at the end of the line
Enigmatic and erratic and cacophonous at times
A c-c-coffin in the end or a home in the dark
Steady pulling on a string that ain't connected to no heart

We are not the same, we never could be
Born of different time, different milieu
Equal fabric, suit the learner
Indignation
We are not the same, we never could be
Understanding why, is it in you
Not forgiveness or recompense
Resignation

Sick, sick

It all comes down to ego
You want to have the upper hand
I admit I should've let go
Never got the chance
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

And it never did, but you wouldn't know it
Knew I had to cut the loss way before they could revoke it

Glorified calamity, subject to insanity
Self inflicted burden bare, flip the toxic love affair, ugh

It all comes down to ego
You want to have the upper hand
I admit I should've let go
Never got the chance
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

Empty your mind, let us undo
Inconsequential contentious views

It all comes down to ego
You want to have the upper hand
I admit I should've let go
Never got the chance
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

We are not the same, we never could be
Steady, shoot the shot, we ain't no opps
Block no blessings, thinking clearly
Adaptation

We are not to blame