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