Текст песни Kupo! - Pulses.

I'm all out of mana in a manner of speaking
I can't take the ether, the meters are peaking
The blasphemy, my devotee
Of apathy, tranquility
I'm an absentee, present me
Attendee, ahhh

Doing donuts in the parking lot because I'm going nowhere fast
Swerving tail past a traffic cop because this wasn't made to last
So raise a white flag (raise a white flag)
The glass is clouded and my feet feel like cement
Cut the toe tags (cut the toe tags)
The tables cold but you ain't seen nothin' yet

Caricature of a character from a movie critics panned
Taking cash from the register, that's paper on demand
Cash the big one (catch a real one)
Take your time so you reel it in just right
Thoughts weigh a ton (delete the wrong ones)
Cut my brain out and give it a good rinse

You bend over backwards to take me out
(On the come up, I'mma run up, murph is law)
I'mma pick up another life
Must be some chiropractor, I have no doubt
(Got the one up, I'mma sum up, all the parts)
Oh ah uh ah ah oh

Wiser the medic, the sicker the game
I'm self aware, still don't know what I need

You bend over backwards to take me out
(On the come up, I'mma run up, murph is law)
I'mma pick up another life
Must be some chiropractor, I have no doubt
(Got the one up, I'mma sum up, all the parts)
Oh ah uh ah ah oh ah