Missing a Pulse - Deceased

Sense the fate that's in hand feel the wheels stop turning
Confirmed blood is dead stop the flesh and bone
I think it's quite intriguing these thoughts we wonder
The end comes much too soon pulse is running slow
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all
As present as all this is no one real word describes it
Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain
I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there
Some things
Some times never to be explained
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Inflicted by the curse of doom sands of time delivered
Some things
Some times never to be explained
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Missing pulse now freshly cut transplanted life somewhere else
It strays away to joyous cells completely unattached to flesh and bone
Missing pulse now passed away tainted senses find demise
Pulse beat prisoner with the stare production halted and compromised
We must prepare for that one time day to exact the things we fear
Face the truth we're all death's children growing to die
And there is nothing in this world that can stop the death of life
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Missing a pulse
Present as all this I
No one real word describes it
Feelings of something more goes ripping through the brain
I think it's quite intriguing constant thoughts of what is out there
Some things
Some times just never to be explained
There's no real knowledge of this lingering feeling in our veins
There's no real identity to it all
Very alone yet inside of us it is more then just a feeling
For with every birth one day there is goodbye
Missing a pulse