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FLATLINE
CreepP і DJ Myosuke
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Paper gown replacing my clothes
And a plastic mask pulled over my nose
In the triage tents, they prep the anesthetic
But I'm not quite ready to let my eyes close
I can feel your lies in my bones
Growing like a cancer asking for an answer
Taunting me with ghosts in white coats
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor, but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces from a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script, but I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces from a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Help me, please!
Please
Help me!
Help me, help me, help me, help me
Help me!
I come alive to the scent of antiseptic
Separating clean cells from the infected
Medkits can't dispel the red mist
'Til I carve a few more names off the checklist
Reckless since the moment I knew
In frantic thoughts, I'd always find you
With a knife in my back, I duel with my wounds
Scalpels at the stroke of high noon
Walk ten paces
Draw your weapons
Surgeon tools
And doctor's lessons
Call for seconds
Treat for trauma
Operating
Theater drama
I ain't even mad, there's no way to say it tactfully
This amount of thinking
'Bout your ignorance is bad for me
The agony of pulling teeth, you're nothing but a cavity
You put your words inside my mouth
And drain my fucking battery
This is my testament, this is my final will
I'll see you all in hell, but I still got time to kill
You're a sick fuck
I'm Sidney coming home
I'd be on my way by now
If you'd leave well enough alone
But you run your mouth
I think it's funny how, every time you do
I feel my nervous system shutting down
Symptoms coming back, major heart attack
This is an emergency, get a nurse, it's cardiac
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor, but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces from a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script, but I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces from a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
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Cutting out the pieces from a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfucker flatline
Motherfucker flatline (line)
Motherfucker flatline (line)
Motherfucker flatline (line)
Motherfucker flatline (line)