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quid & tombombgrenade - flatline كلمات الأغنية

again these doors burst open, it’s time for work, not a moment
to spare. despair is closing in, overshadowing hope
yet it’s the closest thing to focus; if only i could disclose or declare
a full repair without a doubt to those who care
don’t you dare! stay professional, hold it together; yes, we will
do the best that we can, though there can be no guarantees
i’ve seen too many come and go and feel i need to clarify
mostly bodies, sometimes souls; give and take; in here, sometimes
i hear thе cries and try as i might the fight isn’t therе in my
patience (patients). life isn’t fair, but i swear i’ll try
in these scary times the fear subsides once the message is given
the teary_eyed acceptance whether it’s “yes” or it isn’t
but right now, check the time on the clock, we got precious minutes
maybe seconds: “this one’s slipping!” got no response to defibrillation
we’re too late and have no choice but to call it
what’s the exact time? mark it, we’ve done all we can but d_mn, it’s a

flatline. the fact is that happens, can’t always add time
sometimes that facet__drastic as it is__can’t hide
and that’s life; sad but it’s fast, and after it, stand by
perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize

flatline

flatline
it’s all dark now, a voice in the distance faint and it’s fading away
oh, wait a minute, no way; is this what i’m thinking it is?
it isn’t over, it can’t be, can it? what happened?
last thing i can remember’s the tension and then it’s blackness
the back of my mind, it might know; i can’t recapture the time though
for the life of me, i might just be dying; dancing my last
and as it happens, there’s no light show, no flash of white or a spiral
i’m just here with my thoughts which are fading away
and my only guess is that there’s no circulation of oxygen
can’t tell if my eyes are opened or closed, but those aren’t options
and at this point, it seems to me i cease to be alive
no longer feel my heartbeat inside my chest or it rise
insanity: if i could, i probably would be panicking
over the harsh reality of something that wasn’t planned to be
but is happening regardless; no choice but to depart
into whatever step is after life ’cause this is it; d_mn, am i a

flatline? the fact is that happens, can’t always add time
sometimes that facet__drastic as it is__can’t hide
and that’s life; sad but it’s fast, and after it, stand by
perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize
flatline. the fact is that happens, can’t always add time
sometimes that facet__drastic as it is__can’t hide
and that’s life; sad but it’s fast, and after it, stand by
perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse of its meaning before you capsize
flatline

flatline

nothing is a guarantee; everything’ll perish
eventually, the air we breath’ll be our adversary
as it starts to work against us; exercising polarity
the air we can’t catch; our very last breath and then we flatline

- quid tombombgrenade

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