Shithawks

The Flatliners

Compositor: Chris Cresswell / The Flatliners

Yyou're telling the world, they're going deaf
We all become reluctant participants
With no word of consequence
Burning ears are everywhere

The looking smell of flesh
You're talking shit and cold-hearted abandonment
But i can handle it
Oh feel that subsequence
I hear you rattling them bones holding you tight

You're not alone, go fucking figure
Over-complicated is teenage blight
Are you surprised they're giving you the finger?
Now just remember they've got all the right

Cut me up and cut me out
Come on return the favour and sing it loud
Oh louder now
I never meant quite what i said
Get over it

My clumsy words were retrofitted
Watch what you say 'til you're fucking dead
And think of all the time we wasted
I've never been much for the afterglow

And think of all the time we wasted
And every breath you took that left you choked and exasperated
I'll fix my eyes down to the floor as your abilities are celebrated
Just string those words along and end up red-faced, devastated
And if your mouth stays open i'll start pulling teeth

Until your words catch up with you, just wait and see
Wait for the things you do to follow you around
Wait for the things you say to bring in skies of rolling black clouds
I've never been afraid