Archive — 08 – Pulse

Help!
In this junk.
I'm drowning.
Drowning...

How long?
Til I sell?
My mother.
So I become,
Important to you.

In this junk,
Drowning.

How long?
Til I sell?
My mother.

Must I tolerate your shit.
Dwell in your shallow pit.
Now the thought police,
Are following me.
Everywhere...
Eyes are always,
On your children.

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This song, titled «Pulse» by Archive, is a powerful and emotive piece. The lyrics depict a sense of desperation and struggle, as the narrator feels overwhelmed and trapped in a chaotic environment. The repeated phrase «Help! In this junk. I’m drowning» conveys a plea for assistance amidst the chaos. The lyrics also touch upon themes of sacrifice and the desire to be valued by others. The line «How long? Til I sell? My mother. So I become, Important to you» suggests a longing for recognition and validation. Additionally, the mention of the «thought police» and the feeling of being constantly watched adds a sense of paranoia and surveillance. Overall, «Pulse» captures the raw emotions of frustration, vulnerability, and the search for meaning in a tumultuous world.