Pulse of the Dead Lyrics


Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. I’ll build a wall with the heads of you all, as you stumble I will stand tall. I’ll build a wall with the heads of you all, as you crumble I will stand tall. Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. Cobwebs in your wallet with calloused hands. Up to your neck in debt with your head in the sand. Pulse of the dead, mother fucker. You’ve got your finger on the pulse, pulse of the dead. Against your own interests, use your fucking head. You’ve. Got. Your. Finger. On the. Pulse. Of. The. Dead.