Pulse Rate
<i>[Verse]</i>
I should write a report
on why we change day to day
with hours and hours of research
and humans locked up in a cage
then tally the data
with the results inconclusive
damnit I ve been at this one for years
and still no answer
[Chorus]
put under a microscope
by my own free will
take my own blood samples
look for imbalanced chemicals
cat scan for holes in my brain
and pulse rate my heart
[Verse 2]
but there is one last concern
it seems I may drive them away
friends and family always running from me these days
I ask myself, like any analysist would
"Chris how do you always manage to fuck up
every last thing you have that is good"
[Chorus]
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