No Pulse Songtext
von Crossed

Out all night, party time, vibing
Home again, drink in hand, buzzing
Vegas bombs, AMFs, two more shots
2AM, club is packed
Two of 50 dead

I want more
More
To count my frags
More, Give me
More
Kill my repressions dead

I want more
More
To count my frags
More, Give me
More
Kill my repressions dead


Targets marked, loadout set, plotting
Sneak the front, lined up start, approaching
Look at them, living life, makes me pissed
Time to paint the dance floor red
You′re not me you make me sick

I want more
More
To count my frags
More, give me
More
Kill my repressions dead

I want more
More
To count my frags
More, Give me
More
Kill my repressions dead

Aftermath, add one to the tally
Dozens dead, another U.S. tragedy
Question stands, why must we fear for our lives
Thoughts and prayers, all's okay
But the trauma still remains


I want more
More
To count my frags
More, Give me
More
Kill my repressions dead

There will be more
More
Until we find the root
So now what can we do
Tie them all up and then
Murder all the shooters dead
Tie them all up and then
Murder all the shooters dead
Tie them all up and then
Murder all the shooters dead
Tie them all up and then
Murder all the shooters dead