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Green Line Drop

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Intro) (The high-pitched, rhythmic beep... beep... of a hospital heart monitor cuts through a heavy, dark industrial beat) You think it's a game, you think it's a joke. Every single promise that you ever broke. You're not a friend, you're a parasitic parasite. Sucking out my air in the middle of the night. Watch the monitor screen, see the green line drop. This back-and-forth shit has got to fucking stop. (Verse 1) I am laying in a bed in the ICU cage Hooked up to wires, burning up with rage While you mock my panic like it’s all for show My blood pressure drops dangerously low You roll your eyes at my medical war While I’m being wheeled through the emergency door Your passive-aggressive texts pierce like a knife You’re literally draining the rest of my life. (Pre-Chorus) Every time you play your little push-and-pull games Calling me dramatic, calling me names My chest goes cold, my vision goes black My system collapses from your twisted attack The nurses are running, the alarms start to cry Because this toxic cycle is draining me dry. (Chorus) And I flatline immediately! The screen goes dead! From the toxic, venomous words that you said! My heart monitor drops to a terrifying zero Stop pretending that you’re any kind of hero! I’ve had enough of your spite, I've had enough of your face I want you erased from my personal space! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPP Yeah, look what you did. I flatline immediately. (Verse 2) "You don't understand but it's whatever," you sneer Laughing at the trauma and the paralyzing fear Mocking the fact that I was carried out the hall Standing back to watch me completely fall You think this struggle is some kind of prize? The truth is reflected in these hospital eyes I’m struggling to breathe in a sterile white room While you use my sickness to feed your own gloom. (Pre-Chorus) Every time you play your little push-and-pull games Calling me dramatic, calling me names My chest goes cold, my vision goes black My system collapses from your twisted attack The nurses are running, the alarms start to cry Because this toxic cycle is draining me dry. (Chorus) And I flatline immediately! The screen goes dead! From the toxic, venomous words that you said! My heart monitor drops to a terrifying zero Stop pretending that you’re any kind of hero! I’ve had enough of your spite, I've had enough of your face I want you erased from my personal space! (Bridge) (The heavy beat drops out, leaving only a chaotic, frantic alarm buzzing) Clear! Resuscitate! Bring them back around! While you’re out there gossiping all over town! "Oh, they left school early, they get what they want." Your bitter, jealous envy is a ghost that haunts. I’m clinging to existence by a single thread While you’re rolling your eyes at the words I just said. I love the old memory of who you used to be But I despise the version that you show to me! (Verse 3) The whiplash of your texts is a literal crime "Love you too, talk later," wasting my time Then snapping right back with your venom and spite Causing a crisis in the middle of the night The doctor looks at me, shakes a heavy head Says one more message is more than I can tread Your mockery is heavy, your ego is dense You lack a single ounce of human common sense. (Chorus) And I flatline immediately! The screen goes dead! From the toxic, venomous words that you said! My heart monitor drops to a terrifying zero Stop pretending that you’re any kind of hero! I’ve had enough of your spite, I've had enough of your face I want you erased from my personal space! (Verse 4) So take your cold replies and your stupid eye rolls And find another victim for your twisted controls My heart rate is hovering at a dangerous level Because your manipulation is on a different devil I’m pulling through the ICU, I’m locking the gate Choosing the healing, and leaving the hate. (Outro) (The heart monitor beat slowly stabilizes into a weak, slow thump... beep... beep...) The back-and-forth is over. The monitors are unplugged. Mock me one more time. See what happens to the line. Flatline. Silence. (A single, final long tone sounds out as the track abruptly ends)