label me and instigate a fight sign your name on the dotted line we'll complain about the bill of human rights stop me now, if you try i will only
Fall to the floor board the cold sore on your face is getting sore so just burn it off In a fight with your best friend they said they're leaving
today we're in a state of blasting bullshit through the air waves wasting money, precious time is lost over the network race i can't turn on my TV
once again i am abandoned all hope is lost, what else is new? and i can't go on thinking about it how in the past you've failed so many times i thought
Now you're fighting because you found another reason to corrupt the youth with pills and booze and all the other lies and remedies for a good conversation
I am aware that you have a right to your opinion But that doesn't mean that you can shove it in my face I've tolerated it for a long time (is key)
Sitting on the bus, thinking of all the things that've gone wrong so far Hasn't been long since I've held an empty bottle Right or wrong It's funny
blamed for everything done wrong he goes and gets himself a gun shooting dope yeah there's still hope he has hit the rock bottle to the wall cracks
confident not caring people say i scare them, but i donA?t listen to them i don't let them get to me reassured that i'm a person i live the lessons
Back again, and there's nothing you can do I took some time and figured out your plot You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same,
When you, look down on me, I can't see, I can't see it Because the glare from you angry eyes is killing me, You protect just one, So I don't care,
[Esham] Uh, 1-2, 1-2 Yo, this one goes out to everybody out there that's... Walkin' on da flatline, out they mind Walkin' on da flatline, nine, when
Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline, Flatline Flatline, Flatline
ceiling There is no return To anything I've know before My journey's just begun I know my life's over Come ride the flatline Come ride the flatline There
sold I've been told not that road I've been flatlined my life goes cold Life goes cold I've been told not that road I've been flatlined my life goes
When there's less for you to think about A paralyzed puppet sits stiff in the window Grinding his teeth and playing piano All his songs bleed together in a flatline
eclipse Numbed and sapped, emotional paralysis Flatline, grievous bodily heart Flatlined, sensitivity bypassed No tears to cry Stone cold emotional flatline Emotional flatline
I've constructed. Disconnected. Amputation. Liberation. Bound no longer by pathetic offers. This waste of time Flatline I respond relentless. Determination