Flatline کے بول

My whole existence is riding the electric wave of a catatonic geen line. A rope that's tight and pulls me back to life. I'm trapped in a hell of gleaming cold steel It keeps me alive awaiting the flat line. The breath of plugged air still I can breathe I forecast to resurrect, my vision is not correct. All recollections, all I got left behind. God has failed, I'm doomed by the fate. Dying another life, entering a new day, my dead heart pulses in vain. I'm too far beyond the deadline I'm feeling death has come and got my mind. I turn my thoughts to yesterday I awake another day My whole existence I'm reaching the very end Of a catatonic flat line