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Plush, Red, Pulse Thick, Smooth, Blood Bouncing To the constant beat Pulse Pound Pulse Somewhat sterile swords stab Through your gates Injecting foreign troops Taliban, the Ku Klux Klan, thousands of evil men But crystals feel so good And diamonds are so shiny And glass is so smooth And they all fit so good in your arm They're just soldiers But that's the lie you tell yourself They're shape shifters Taking refuge Changing, twisting, contorting 'Cause see when you think your shooting up soldiers Making you stronger Your shooting up leeches Blood thirsty for more Rough, broken, sucking the life out of you Reflections lie to you like paranoia in your head "Don't lean there. "Can't look right "And what the hell's that tree looking at?" We've got war's in the Middle East But there's enough issue's on our streets There's battle going on Where weapons of mass destruction Are handed out with no deflection But make no mistake we are in a war Each time you pull the kit Sending reinforcements Pulse, pound, pulse Thumb ready fire... Pulse, Pound, Pulse...Pulse Stop