I, Flatline Songtext
von Leeched

Like a blade in the skull
It′s fused to the marrow
The machines wash the stains from my throat
And brand the marks into my already burnt skin

Sew the stomach
So the eggs won't leak
Crush the remaining stillborn
Discard the flesh

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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 was the stains from my throat
And brand 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
My eyes

You saw me as a rat
Is that the same body I taunted?
Here comes the machine