Flatline

So Feel The Flat Line

Face Down In The Time It Took To Fly

You Speak A Sure Sound

Lining All Your Words

With Sugared Ice

Well You Live And You Learn With

Every Painful Twist And

Wasted Turn

There’s No Rhyme Between The

Time It Takes To Fly

And The Time It Takes To

Clamber Back To Life

So Feel The Flat Line

Smooth And Steady

Nothing Left To Climb

Change As You Choose

If There’s Something On Your Mind

After All This Time

Like A Fever It Hits

With Cold Red Mist

Bent Bitter In The Night

Caught Up In A Lie

Blood-shot

Hung Up

On A Said So

When You’re Better Off

No Rhyme Between The

Time It Takes To Fly

And The Time It Takes To

Clamber Back To Life

So Feel The Flat Line

Set Fire Now The Gale Has Blown Behind

And Sparks In Your Eyes

Shining With The Tears You’d Pushed Aside

Well You Live And You Learn

With Every Painful Twist

And Wasted Turn

Like A Fever It Hits

With Cold Red Mist

Bent Bitter In The Night

Caught Up In A Lie

Blood-shot

Holding Onto A Said So

When You’re Better Off