Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I, Flatline, artist - Leeched. Album song To Dull the Blades of Your Abuse, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 30.01.2020
Record label: Prosthetic
Song language: English
I, Flatline |
| Like a blade in the skull, it’s fused to the marrow |
| The machines wash the stains from my throat and bring the marks into my already |
| burnt skin |
| Sew the stomach so the eggs won’t leak |
| Crush the remaining stillborn |
| Discard the flesh |
| The harvest draws close |
| But how will they find me? |
| I won’t leave until my guts are full |
| The fluid that flows through my veins |
| This blade, it just won’t dull |
| The soil and the drugs, it’s all the same |
| The blood and fangs, rooted in bone |
| Washing over the guard |
| Roaming the plains of sand and salt |
| Another hand tears free |
| But the virus remains |
| The slums mourn at night |
| The sound of terror, the sound of shock |
| The whores now roam, feasting |
| Like a blade in the skull, it’s fused to the marrow |
| The machines wash the stains from my throat and bring the marks into my already |
| burnt skin |
| Sew the stomach so the eggs won’t leak |
| Crush the remaining stillborn |
| Discard the flesh |
| The wolves are feeding in masses |
| Birthed straight into the sterile fluid |
| The sun, it sears my eyes |
| You saw me as a rat |
| Is that the same body I taunted? |
| Here comes the machine |