Pulsing pulsing

There's a beat in his arm still

Pulsing pulsing

Like the throb of an anthill

Pulsing pulsing

No death in the rain

I've been washing my hands

[And there's something [brush my] brain / In the stuff and watch for brain]



I'm pulsing

You're pulsing

Who's pulsing?

What's pulsing?



Pulsing pulsing

There's a lump in his throat still

Pulsing pulsing

At the site of a crash throw

Pulsing pulsing

No push in the vein

I've been washing my hands

[And there's something [brush my] brain / In the stuff and watch for brain