There is the pulse, and in an outburst
You overflow with regret

When trying to reconfigure
You cling to the fear of what's next

Staying in reaction, aren't we good at that?
Staying in reaction, aren't we good at that?
There are the perversions, nothing more than a detour

There is the pulse, and in an outburst
You overflow with regret

Seeing yourself in the past
Brings comfort die
Seeing yourself in the past
Brings comfort die

There are the perversions, nothing more than a detour

Die, every day, if possible
Die, every day, if possible
Die, every day, if possible
Die, every day, if possible

Return with a new
Return with a new
Return with a new configuration

Seeing yourself in the past brings