[Verse 1] Side-eye glance. Tight fake grin. Watching where I begin. Keeping score. Counting breath. Talking loud to mask the theft. [Chorus] You hate the pulse. You hate the sound. Small minds bound to the ground. Starving cold in your own skin, mad you can't get in. [Verse 2] Bitter tongue. Shallow gauge. Living boxed in petty rage. Want my drive. Want my pace. Running blind in someone else's race. [Chorus] You hate the pulse. You hate the sound. Small minds bound to the ground. Starving cold in your own skin, mad you can't get in. [Bridge] Check the line. Cut the feed. Can't swallow your own greed. [Outro] Outro] Static noise. Dead end. Tangled up. Watch from the vine...
