The Heartbeat The Soul

Wash
Wash me off your hands
Don’t talk just because you can
Now watch me as I run into myself
I don’t need your guns or your knives or your pretty little lies
To send this all to Hell
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
Find a place that feels like you
Hang some windows on the wall to enhance the view
I wanna watch you move like the snake that you are
Now slither, little fool
Yours is an empty art
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
With empty arms, I held you close
With open arms, I let you go
Go
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul
The heartbeat, the soul