Pulsing pulsing, 
There's a beat in his arm still. 
Pulsing pulsing, 
Like the throb of an anthill. 
Pulsing pulsing, 
No death in the rain. 
I've been washing my hands, 
In the stuff I wash my brains. 

I'm pulsing. 
You're pulsing. 
Who's pulsing?. 
What's pulsing?. 

Pulsing pulsing, 
There's a lump in his throat still. 
Pulsing pulsing, 
At the site of a crash throw. 
Pulsing pulsing, 
No push in the vein. 
I've been washing my hands, 
In the stuff I wash my brains.