Pulse Songtext
von Sap

A pain to glove
A painted glove

I can′t see, I can't reach for the locket on your neck, there′s bullets in the air
Dispel these rumors I've been feeding to myself. In the cocoon I breed the fear

A pain to glove
A painted glove


And now I'm hanging off a leg
Married to indecision, my dear friend
Buried in shame with a wool-knit blanket
Where is the jar I would sleep cozy in?
Wait, is this the prison of distaste?
Nothing could be right and nothing could change
I′ve gone to dinner with visions of my rape
I drain the pictures o colors and shapes

A pain to glove
A painted glove