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Das hier ist der nackenbrechende Opener unseres neuen Demos "Soundcheck for your Funeral".
Recorded Spring 2007 by Cornelius Rambadt at Klangwelt Studio, Essen
Mixed by Cornelius Rambadt & Helge Schellbach
Mastered by Cornelius Rambadt
Music by The very End
Lyrics by Björn Goosses
Recorded Spring 2007 by Cornelius Rambadt at Klangwelt Studio, Essen
Mixed by Cornelius Rambadt & Helge Schellbach
Mastered by Cornelius Rambadt
Music by The very End
Lyrics by Björn Goosses
Flatline
Dead hearts beating to the rhythm of those words
That tell the filthy truth about it all
Dead words drone to the trial of those hearts
That ride the line before they trip and fall
I ride the flatline, It ain´t the first time
Everything i´ve never said and everything that i have never done
Comes back to me and makes me ride the flatline until i´m all done
Dead lives crawling down the line to find themselves
But ain´t it worth just a shit 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
I ride the flatline and will come back for more
I ride the flatline, not for the first time
Everything i´ve never said and everything that i have never done
Comes down on me and makes me ride the flatline until i am gone
Dead hearts beating to the rhythm of those words
That tell the filthy truth about it all
Dead words drone to the trial of those hearts
That ride the line before they trip and fall
I ride the flatline, It ain´t the first time
Everything i´ve never said and everything that i have never done
Comes back to me and makes me ride the flatline until i´m all done
Dead lives crawling down the line to find themselves
But ain´t it worth just a shit 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
I ride the flatline and will come back for more
I ride the flatline, not for the first time
Everything i´ve never said and everything that i have never done
Comes down on me and makes me ride the flatline until i am gone
