Текст Fit For An Autopsy – Flatlining
Текст:
Flatlining
Flatlining
I learn to live with the loss
Take a pound of flesh as an offering
I see god in violence
I see truth in suffering
Build your walls
Build your coffins
Rotten pine
Weathered and worn
Rotten hearts sink in the storm
At the edge of the earth
There is nothing but the fall
We inherit the ghosts
Through the cracks in our bones
I am the vessel for the dying
Will they bring me home?
We inherit the ghosts
Through the cracks in our bones
I am the vessel for the dying
Will they bring me home?
Flatlining
Flatlining
I learn to live with the loss
Take a pound of flesh as an offering
I learn to live with the loss
I see god in violence
I see truth in suffering
No blood left to drain
And let them martyr me
No life without pain
Oh wretched sky
Let the light die in vain
We inherit the ghosts
Through the cracks in our bones
I am the vessel for the dying
Will they bring me home?
We inherit the ghosts
Through the cracks in our bones
I am the vessel for the dying
Will they bring me home?
I watched the world rip out its heart
I watched the world rip out its heart
And I know it meant nothing
I watched the world rip out its heart (nothing)
I watched the world rip out its heart
And I know it meant nothing