Pulpit

Song

Pulpit

The Flatliners · Cold World · 2026 · 2:31

Lyrics

Break the bone, tear the flesh of your influence A true human disease There's blood now in the sink, it's a crime scene But I'm stuck shootin' the breeze Tell me what I'm missin' Focus now on your breath, the imposter left Before your eyes is a dream I could swear we're awake, I think I know this place But it's hangin' on by its final seams How revealing Come clean to waste my time Pulpit in the rubble The torture and the trouble There's beauty in the way we have decayed Peel the power struggle Back to nerve, another time Another day, another place Shed the skin, that disguise, both your dying eyes And walk free in the sun Nothing left here to burn that can hold you back Your pain forever in memoriam Hallelujah Picked clean, but take my time Pulpit in the rubble The torture and the trouble There's beauty in the way we have decayed Peel the power struggle Back to nerve, another time Another day, another place As the body breaks down, it obeys

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