Текст песни Pulse/Surreal

Siren of souls howling and piercing the night. These are the streets, clinic fingertips. Sex and Violence. A naked soul, smashed apart. Yearning, searching, longing. There are the street, I call my home. A light pressure, reality dissolves, I am shattered light, streams, energy My ground is shifting A mosaic of senses. Matter is running through my fingers, time is laughing at me. This is the world. Pulse. Surreal.