Bad In Pulses
Yeah that's kinda what this is about
Somehow bad impulses are accepted so quickly
even between beats
but back to it
i meant in pulses
all those time i was good
was just waiting for my time
to be bad
the devil holds head high with pride
God stares off in the distance
straining back a chuckle
as i try to convince him
hes not there
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