Учащенный пульс (Атмосферный R&B)

Standing outside, Feeling the chill. The world around me is totally still. But inside my chest, There's a heavy drum. Waiting for the final moment to come. I can feel the pulse in my fingertips. A silent word trembling on my lips. It's a good kind of nervous, the electric kind. The kind that messes with the logical mind. A physical reaction to an unknown fate. Standing right here at the entrance gate. Feel the pulse, heavy and deep. Waking the secrets that we usually keep. A rigid reminder that I'm totally alive. Operating purely on the internal drive. The beat is accelerating. Catching the fire. Walking the edge of the ultimate wire. I close my eyes for a second or two. Trying to picture the image of you. The drum keeps hitting, boom, boom. Echoing out in the empty room. Calm it down, Let it ride. Nowhere left to hide. Feel the pulse, heavy and deep. Waking the secrets that we usually keep. A rigid reminder that I'm totally alive. Operating purely on the internal drive.