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• Artiste: Flatliners (The)
• Titre: Mother Teresa Chokeslams The World
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This one's coming way out of the dark Life a flash of light to your ambitious thoughts You break your neck for nothing Reconstructive surgery's far off (When will the day come?) The day of flattery When will the time come when we've grown out of this? Just stop bullshitting me This blood-stained flag of regret sits at half mast And you have been boxed in You're about to witness something: the choice of life or death or sin (Remember those days?) The days when your dreams were the only thing you had to keep you awake? (When will these times change?) When we're not living in this close-to-comatose state? We're tired of waiting, tired of waiting For these bones to completely break We're tired of waiting, tired of waiting And though these holes have grown We'll wait while you keep making noise And as it sounds we're drowning you out You've locked every single door You can't afford to make mistakes What used to make you feel like more than the rest of the world is gnawing at your gates You're no stranger to these accidents And the difference between us is we will persist, persist We will persist, persist We're tired of waiting, tired of waiting For these bones to completely break We're tired of waiting, tired of wasting away And though these holes have grown We'll wait while you keep making noise And as it sounds we're drowning you out Drowning you out