Flat Line - Enchant

My hands are shaking;

head is spinning

No mistake, the end’s beginning

Body’s aching, I feel like breaking down

Looking left and searching right

The pressure mounting, my skin’s too tight

Though I’ve made this bed, I’m not laying down

Next stop is heartbreak city

Get off this train of pity

And hang on — the worst is coming

Be strong — the walls are tumbling down

So long — your head’s been numb but your heat’s still beating loud

Tired of running, sick of fighting

Plug my ears for the truth is frightening

My will is bending, I’m on shaky ground

The more I plush, the further you go

As I’m pulled down by the undertow

I’m reaching out — please don’t let me drown

Don’t let me down

Next stop is heartbreak city

Get off this train of pity

And hang on — the worst is coming

Be strong — the walls are tumbling down

So long — your head’s been numb but your heat’s still beating loud

And I worry, can I make it on my own

End of story, let’s write this book again

Next stop is heartbreak city

Get off this train of pity

And hang on — the worst is coming

Be strong — the walls are tumbling down

So long — your head’s been numb but your heat’s still beating loud