Mother Teresa Chokeslams The World - The Flatliners

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