Line Letra

Desperately trying to bring it back again. Desperately craving for the very well known curves. A line, demanding, frightful in its stability... A gap, a cut, a goddamn fucking line! I?m over, I?m out, the line has done the job now. I?m tired, I?m dead, I?m ready to be used. The demons, scary, evaporating softly, The night, the chill, get ready, here I go. Give me back the colours you have stolen! Give me back the stench originally me! Give me back the pain of my early mornings! Curve the line, I don?t need to be free! The stench, the sound reminding me of some place I?ve been to before, exploited to my most. This sound, the banging, faces perspiring, The line is turning vertical, it?s coming for me.