The Flatliners - Under a Dying Sun

The old plaster walls are like a second skinThat wraps right around you even when they're all closing inA creature of comfort just coming to terms with a tight tourniquetThere was a time when there was no confining our protagonist

As the days drone on, and the fire withinIs slowly replaced by your responsibility inMaking it up as you go along, none of us really know shitSecond opinions can still just be waters not worth wading inIt doesn't need to be some big secret

From under a dying sunCaught in the middle of escaping escapismTurns out admitting defeat takes too much energy

Is the humming gone? Can you still hear it too?When the road has run out, will you have somewhere you can run to?Has the excitement all come and gone? Is that moment worth holding through?Can your pen still make light of all the paper you're holding on to?

From under a dying sunCaught in the middle of escaping escapismTurns out admitting defeat takes too much energy

From under a dying sunCaught in the middle of escaping escapismOnce youthful and fully freeTurns out admitting defeat takes too much energy

Be the stone that just keeps grinding awayOnce you're just dust in the ditchThen your soul's finally saved