Thin White Lines
Lunar Path
Feeding a hole with green pills and false hope.
Running from shadow while blocking the sun.
Now I can see why you're always afraid;
now, I can see, red burn marks on your chest.
When you can see it, but you can't feel it,
you won't know what is real.
Crying is easy, give up and feed me,
pills won't help you this time.
So you see...
When we're running from our past,
we're just running in circles.
Brake, your own mirrors, kill the noise;
Drawing your own thin white lines
Block out the cruel world, seal off your windows.
Sleep with a gun in your hand.
When we're running from our past,
we're just running in circles.
Brake, your own mirrors, kill the noise;
Drawing your own thin white lines
Spinning in my head a carousel of noise and pain.
Headaches come I'm blacking out and all I hear is you;
burning what is left of my life.
When we're running from our past,
we're just running in circles.
Brake, your own mirrors, kill the noise;
Drawing your own thin white lines