A shot through the heart,
I'm still feelin' the pain.
Lying motionless on the kart,
silent screams are in vain.

You assume I'm already numb,
seeing my blank, empty stare.
Are you deaf or am I dumb?
Doesn't anyone even care?

Straps from beneath are binding,
call it a tribute to my demise.
The light above me is blinding,
so again I close my eyes.

A shock surges through this place,
I'm wrapped tightly within her arms.
A stronger jolt....I can still see her face,
but can't hear her past all these alarms.

She drifts away into the distance.
Wait! Don't go! Please come back!
White ceiling tiles I see for an instant,
then I watch it fade again to black.

I hear them telling me I should fight,
I wish they would just leave me alone.
Go away! Come back in the next life!
Let me leave this one.....if she's gone.

I wave but..........she doesn't see me.
Soon I'll be just another chalk outline.
I'd stay but.........she doesn't need me.
I guess that's why they call it flatline.

Maximum volts but the paddles can't win.
The room spins into echo, then goes dim.
"Still no pulse, doc.......call it......3:00am."