White Lines

White lines on white paper

Words without sounds

Playing bar room Saint

Sinner on the holy ground

Just a moment ago I felt inspired

Another round and I just feel tired

Trying to hit the groove

My head is spinning

my needle is broken

This sounds of a addictive chant

Just another night of confusion

Cold from burning up

Sweating from being dry

White lines on white paper

Words without sounds

Playing bar room Saint

Sinner on the holy ground

White lines on white paper

Words without sounds

White lines on white paper

Save me before I hit the ground