Bite My Head

Face the pulse, face the pulse, face the pulse

I reach out and I touch you
It's a strain to be alive
When I look out and I warn you
Again I will revive
A total lack of self-respect
The object of desire
Breath because I feel no pain
And watch the flames go higher

Face the pulse, face the pulse, face the pulse
Face the pulse, face the pulse
Are you a man or a waste of hope?
Face the pulse, face the pulse, face the pulse