When you hear a flatline, you know surely I'll be near. To when the reaper's sickle is drawn, I am ever aware. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my bitter name.
How quickly life does fade away, but a flip of the river man's coin could send you screaming to your grave.
[Solo]
Pull the plug (I'm begging you), take the ride to the cold and blue. The reaper's yellow lichen finger aims ever so true. The origins of disease I have witnessed in my dreams. The flooding of the blackest blood to quench my fetid needs.
I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things. Malpractice forever be my bitter name. I wish I could pull these strings. In death there are finer things.
- 专辑:Nocturnal
- 歌手:The Black Dahlia Murder
- 歌曲:Virally Yours