Little Black Line

You just tell yourself "
Don't look back now." The voices that whisper, just playing tricks on your mind.
But those little blacks lines, growing shadows so tall.
They swallow you fucking whole.
What will it be?
Curious creature.
Don't stop now, You're halfway to heaven.
What do you mean?
Everyone feels it.
It's sick, When at the center of attention.
Side effects came from your neck, Where your savior used to sleep, Across your chest.
The side effects took place of the freedom that didn't exist.
The only way to end the pain is to follow the little black line.
You just tell yourself "
Don't look back now." The voices that whisper, just playing tricks on your mind.
But those little blacks lines, growing shadows so tall.
They swallow you fucking whole.
What will it be?
Curious creature.
Don't stop now, You're halfway to heaven.
What do you mean?
Everyone feels it.
It's sick, As the center of attention.
You tiptoe, chose the overdose.
Raise glasses for strangers of a comatose.
To the shadows that thrive in the limelight.
Curious creature, can you make it out alive?
Side effects came from your neck, Where your savior used to sleep, Across your chest.
The side effects took place of the freedom that didn't exist.
The only way to end the pain is to follow the little black line.
You just tell yourself "
Don't look back now." The voices that whisper, just playing tricks on your mind.
But those little blacks lines, growing shadows so tall.
They swallow you whole.
You're halfway to heaven.
Swallow you whole.
Swallow you whole.



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Fisher, Wyatt Mc Laughlin, John Centorrino
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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