Paper gown replacing my clothes
And a plastic mask pulled over my nose
In the triage tents they prep the anesthetic
But I'm not quite ready to let my eyes close
I can feel your lies in my bones
Growing like a cancer, asking for an answer
Taunting me with ghosts in white coats
Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
Help me
Please
Please!
Help me!!
Help me!!!
Help me!!!
Help me!!!
I come alive to the scent of antiseptic
Separating clean cells from the infected
Medkits can't dispel the red mist
Till I carve a few more names off of the checklist
Reckless since the moment I knew
In the frantic thoughts I'd always find you
With a knife in my back, I duel with my wounds
Scalpels at the stroke of high noon
Walk ten paces, draw your weapons
Surgeon's tools and doctor's lessons
Call for seconds, treat for trauma
Operating theater drama
I ain't even mad, there's no way to say it tactfully
This amount of thinking bout your ignorance is bad for me
The agony of pulling teeth, you're nothing but a cavity
You put your words inside my mouth and drain my fxxking battery
This is my testament, this is my final will
I'll see you all in hell, but I still got time to kill
You're a sick fxxk, I'm Sidney coming home
I'd be on my way by now if you'd leave well enough alone
But you run your mouth
I think it's funny how
Every time you do I feel my nervous system shutting down
Symptoms coming back
Major heart attack
This is an emergency, get a nurse it's cardiac
Body on the table but the heart is mine
The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
FLATLINE
FLATLINE
FLATLINE
Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
[00:09.698]Paper gown replacing my clothes
[00:12.005]And a plastic mask pulled over my nose
[00:14.320]In the triage tents they prep the anesthetic
[00:16.957]But I'm not quite ready to let my eyes close
[00:19.806]I can feel your lies in my bones
[00:21.927]Growing like a cancer, asking for an answer
[00:24.423]Taunting me with ghosts in white coats
[00:26.950]Na na na na na na, na na na na na na
[00:29.470]Body on the table but the heart is mine
[00:31.820]The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
[00:34.265]Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
[00:36.641]This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
[00:39.304]Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
[00:41.692]Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
[00:44.158]Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
[00:46.523]This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
[00:49.600]Help me
[00:50.490]Please
[00:51.582]Please!
[00:53.020]Help me!!
[01:03.534]Help me!!!
[01:04.940]Help me!!!
[01:13.370]Help me!!!
[01:15.979]I come alive to the scent of antiseptic
[01:18.371]Separating clean cells from the infected
[01:20.890]Medkits can't dispel the red mist
[01:23.152]Till I carve a few more names off of the checklist
[01:25.400]Reckless since the moment I knew
[01:27.993]In the frantic thoughts I'd always find you
[01:30.233]With a knife in my back, I duel with my wounds
[01:32.810]Scalpels at the stroke of high noon
[01:35.361]Walk ten paces, draw your weapons
[01:38.200]Surgeon's tools and doctor's lessons
[01:40.647]Call for seconds, treat for trauma
[01:42.951]Operating theater drama
[01:47.747]I ain't even mad, there's no way to say it tactfully
[01:50.219]This amount of thinking bout your ignorance is bad for me
[01:52.739]The agony of pulling teeth, you're nothing but a cavity
[01:55.151]You put your words inside my mouth and drain my fxxking battery
[01:57.608]This is my testament, this is my final will
[02:00.027]I'll see you all in hell, but I still got time to kill
[02:02.548]You're a sick fxxk, I'm Sidney coming home
[02:05.032]I'd be on my way by now if you'd leave well enough alone
[02:07.828]But you run your mouth
[02:08.791]I think it's funny how
[02:09.941]Every time you do I feel my nervous system shutting down
[02:12.200]Symptoms coming back
[02:13.504]Major heart attack
[02:14.809]This is an emergency, get a nurse it's cardiac
[02:17.181]Body on the table but the heart is mine
[02:19.508]The tumor is a rumor but it's not benign
[02:21.905]Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
[02:24.251]This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
[02:26.996]Crawling to the pharmacy to rot my mind
[02:29.311]Filling out a script and I forgot my lines
[02:31.810]Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
[02:34.179]This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
[02:36.795]FLATLINE
[02:37.988]FLATLINE
[02:39.291]FLATLINE
[02:41.730]Cutting out the pieces of a flawed design
[02:44.045]This is how it feels to make a motherfxxker flatline
[02:52.649]Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
[02:57.573]Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
[03:02.541]Motherfxxker FLATLINE!
[03:07.309]Motherfxxker FLATLINE!