Gullible - The Flatliners

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 town they’ll never see your ugly face again

Why does life equal pain?

It’s not a game things get complicated

A critical time to stop fucking, up your time is up

You don’t get one million dollars to ease the pain

Give up when you’re tired and you lose the will to live

Cause you can no longer breathe

Regain consciousness wake up on the floor

You’ve been beaten and torn but you don’t tell anyone

The time is gone so get off my lawn

As the officer takes you to the side

Cuffs you and takes you in, good-fucking-bye

Believe everything that you hear

Too afraid to bring you near

Honesty and lies appear in the shadows, look behind you

Deep in the grave of self-destruction break the barricade

Follow the leader till the end, clench the power in your fists

Hold it longer than the rest, hold it longer than the rest

You’re so easy to trick i could make you believe anything