Pulse Rate - Whatever It Takes

I should write a report

On why we change day to day

With hours and hours of research

And humans locked up in a cage

Then tally the data

With the results inconclusive

Damnit I ve been at this one for years

And still no answer

Put under a microscope

By my own free will

Take my own blood samples

Look for imbalanced chemicals

Cat scan for holes in my brain

And pulse rate my heart

But there is one last concern

It seems I may drive them away

Friends and family always running from me these days

I ask myself, like any analysist would

«Chris how do you always manage to fuck up

Every last thing you have that is good»