Video Dead Hands de The Flatliners 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

The Flatliners - Dead Hands Lyrics

We'll stretch the skin out till it hurts
A smile from ear to ear
Your side of the story
The worst
Attempt at preventing tears
Here I am, the archetype of words
Give me a moment!
And I'll make it worse!

The flesh it opens in cold blood
It's put to paper with a
Constant upper hand I could
Claim to be at peace with it
Or I could set fire to your dying wit!
Welcome to heartbreak!
You're gonna drown in it!
And I'll be on the ocean floor!

Black hearts dead hands!
The ink has finally run dry from this lonely pen!
The cardiac arrest is worse
When honest spines are still
The blade it ruptures no remorse
But a hell of a way to feel
Your insides flatten out and flee the course
And a tangled conscience creates a new cold war
I won't be your open door!

Black hearts dead hands!
The ink has finally run dry from this tragic pen!
Black hearts dead hands!
We'll sink down to the bottom while you're busy sifting sands!
Your cold dead hands!
Those cold dead hands!

I'd like to thank the sands of time for burying us both just right!