Broken Men
THE FLATLINERS · Division Of Spoils 2015 · Track 02 of 23
Grab me by the throat. Your hands are freezing cold And fingernails tear nice and slow. You know I'm not afraid of all the things you think about When you're alone swallowing your day
Hold on tight. Just hold on tight
Cataclysmic prose. Eye sockets will erode When days to weeks to months seem half full Yet I can't impose with another wilted rose You'll feel this when you see how I've grown
We are broken men Who shouldn't be saved just yet Keep breathing. Stay broken Our blood's boiled thin You can taste it with every breath taken in
It's 2:30 AM. Years become layers of skin I've shed them all but I'm not done yet Heavy hearts my friends, come sing in unison And drag me out of this hole I'm in
We are broken men Who shouldn't be saved just yet Keep breathing. Stay broken Our blood's boiled thin You can taste it with every breath taken in
Are you breathing? Stay broken I've earned my bitterness My legs are planted firm in transit-stance For this dead romance
Grab me by the throat. Your hands are freezing cold And fingernails tear nice and slow. You know I'm not afraid of all the things you think about When you're alone swallowing your whole...
We are broken men Who shouldn't be saved just yet Keep breathing. Stay broken Our blood's boiled thin You can taste it with every breath taken in
We are broken men Who shouldn't be saved just yet