Pulsing pulsing, Theres a beat in his arm still. Pulsing pulsing, Like the throb of an anthill. Pulsing pulsing, No death in the rain. Ive been washing my hands, In the stuff I wash my brains. Im pulsing. Youre pulsing. Whos pulsing? . Whats pulsing? . Pulsing pulsing, Theres a lump in his throat still. Pulsing pulsing, At the site of a crash throw. Pulsing pulsing, No push in the vein. Ive been washing my hands, In the stuff I wash my brains.