Dead hearts beating to the rhythm of those words that tell the filthy truth about it all. Dead words drone yeah to the trial of those hearts that ride the line before they trip and fall. I ride the flatline, I ain´t the first time. Everything I´ve never said and everything that I have never done comes back to make me ride the flatline til I´m all done. Dead lives crawling down the line to find themselves, I guess it´s worth just a s*** after all. Dead lines winding down their lives to bind themselves, so ride the line before you trip and fall. I trip and fall, I ride the flatline, once and for all, i ride it until I reach the very end. I trip and fall to ride the flatline, I spill blood and gall along the flatline, ride the flatline, come back for more. I ride the flatline, I ain´t the first time, everything I´ve never said and everything that I have never done, comes back to make me ride the flatline til I´m all gone, it comes down on me... until I am gone...