A Pulse Bc

Looking for the pulse but it’s too faint to feel; Desperately seeking an electric shock, to finally and forever heal; Looking for a rhythm maybe a 9.0 on the richter, would shake us up enough to turn the machines off; Look up, nothing left but robots; The heartbeat non existent; Totally void of that fever we all need, metal cases but no connection; Hold up that iron fist, looking for a pulse; Some sort of meaning to it all; Desperately needing an electric shock, It can’t be too late to feel.