Ride the Flatline Songtext
von 200 Stab Wounds

Back against the rail
Stones beneath my feet
Fantasies of speeding steel dominate my dreams
Colder than a knife
Faster than a gun
Exhilaration, annihilation
Pressure of a ton

Bones begin to crack (crack, crack)
Slipping through the skin
Slow infection, body rots (body rots, body rots)
Reeking from within
Disfigured face (face, face)
All the vultures taste
Locomotivational death (death, death)
Screaming my last breath


Hearing the blare of the sirens
Blows my eardrums
But I love it
Wood through the skull
Boaring a hole
Through my thoughtless mind

Three knives and a scalpel
Blood tissue and shrapnel
For every time I was doubted
Bloody derailment
Screams of the innocent
Doubted
Denied, cast out
Bloody derailment
Screams of the innocent
Above your grave hangs a slate with my name
Fulfilling your dream to be buried by the king
Chemical cos plume
Nothing that you can do
There′s nothing but black now
200 attack dogs, devourment

Under the crypt my name is still engraved