Flatlining

Flatlining

Flatlining

I learned to live with the loss

Take a pound of flesh as an offering

I learned to live with the loss

I see god in violence

I see truth in suffering

Build your walls

Build your coffins

Rotten pine, weathered and worn

Rotting hearts stink in the sun

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 learned to live with the loss

Take a pound of flesh as an offering

I learned to live with the loss

I see god in violence

I see truth in suffering

No blood left to drain

Turn my eyes to hell

And let them martyr me

No life without pain

No 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