Monks Of Mellonwah - Pulse Lyrics
Deep kickUndercoverBuried in the seventh wonderAlways facingRainbow chasing ohIt's gone, I could be wrongCold pitScary loverSoul lit the violent thunderNever wastingTime replacing ohIt's gone, move it alongRip roundMake anotherSolitude a major blunderDevil stylingWorld defining roleMy soul, will always be coldWhen we runWe find sunI don’t feel what’s realIn all the same old thingsClass clownNot anotherSad face whose life went underWe all knowThe rules can bend and breakAway, think of the stakesHeat stickBurning underLosing time but growin on yaShifting faces blur as time goes onAnd on, isn’t it wrongWhen we runWe find sunI don’t feel what’s realIn all the same old thingsSkin folderGrowing olderMakin’ way for young miss lolaWe can waitBut she just can’t hold onToo long, she might move onAge oldSpace lionListen close you’ll hear him cryingEven gods can feel it slip awayToday, is fading awayWhen we runWe find sunI don’t feel what’s realIn all the same old thingsYou hide awayIn a place you’ll never stayHide awayOn your own…
