Monks of Mellonwah - Pulse lyrics

Deep kick Undercover Buried in the seventh wonder Always facing Rainbow chasing oh Its gone, I could be wrong Cold pit Scary lover Soul lit the violent thunder Never wasting Time replacing oh Its gone, move it along Rip round Make another Solitude a major blunder Devil styling World defining role My soul, will always be cold When we run We find sun I dont feel whats real In all the same old things Cla** clown Not another Sad face whose life went under We all know The rules can bend and break Away, think of the stakes Heat stick Burning under Losing time but growin on ya Shifting faces blur as time goes on And on, isnt it wrong When we run We find sun I dont feel whats real In all the same old things Skin folder Growing older Makin way for young miss lola We can wait But she just cant hold on Too long, she might move on Age old Space lion Listen close youll hear him crying Even gods can feel it slip away Today, is fading away When we run We find sun I dont feel whats real In all the same old things You hide away In a place youll never stay Hide away On your own