1. Flatline:
Dead hearts beating to the rhythm of those words, that tell the filthy truth about it all, dead words drone to the trial of those hearts, that ride the line before they trip and fall. I ride the flatline, it ain´t the first time, everything I´ve never said and everything that I have never done, comes back to me and makes me ride the flatline until I´m all done. Dead lives crawling down the line to find themselves, but ain´t it worth just a shit after all? Dead lines winding down their lives to bind themselves, so ride the line before you trip and fall. I trip and fall, I ride the flatline, once and for all, I ride it until I reach the very end, I trip and fall to ride the flatline, I spill blood and gall along the flatline, I ride the flatline and will come back for more. I ride the flatline, not for the first time, everything I´ve never said and everything that I have never done, comes down on me and makes me ride the flatline until I am gone.

2. The Loss Theory:
Woke up the other day, caught right between me, myself and I, took a look around and all I had was gone. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I am just about to bleed. Woke up the other day, caught right between blood, sweat and tears, took a look around and all I felt was gone. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, the black watch ticks, I am just about to cease. They took the world right from my eyes, I see, and they will never ever give it back to me. Woke up the other night, caught right between life, death, right and wrong, took a look around and saw what I´d become. I´m getting sick of all the words I speak, The black watch ticks, I´m just way too worn and weak. They took the world right from my eyes, I see, and they will never ever give it back to me. So here I go without the world again, just trying not to forget my exit plan, as I run to the end, go!

3. Gravity:
Life has told us, the more we bleed, the less we cry, so let us bleed to save our lives, chase the red within the downward spiral, and praise the fall. This is our gravity. Death has told us, the more we die, the less we cry, so let us die to save our lives, chase the black within the downward spiral, and praise the fall. Now, once and for all, praise the fall, the day I died to live, taught me how, now, once and for all, life will be gravity. It pulls me down, It pulls you down, it pulls all down, right to the ground, Pound for pound, with a blackened sound, this is going to be our very gravity. Now, once and for all, praise the fall, the day I died to live, taught me how, now, once and for all, life will be gravity.