carry the banner
flatliners, the
my motivation's been snowed in
and i finally caught that glimpse
of the edge i've been avoiding
to keep these bullets from my chest
as i wipe the blood out from your sweat
like trying to shake a dream
you might not quite remember completely
we're killing ourselves to live
feel the cold swell in your throat
when this shit is getting old
that what we've come to ain't so pretty
is we're begging for change in our own way
i'm the one who let you down when leaving town
let it tear out your throat
after chasing lines all fucking night
and the wrongs you shouldn't write about