Аsking Аlехаndriа - White Line Fever | Текст песни

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As I breathe my disease brings me to my knees
All you need is a taste, it’ll set you free
Your infections my discretion honey, one and the same
Counting second medicated fucked in the brain

I don’t want this baby, I just need it to carry on

I got the a white line fever and I appetite for sin
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in
I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in

I sold my soul

Licking every drop of poison off a pocket keys
While some daddy's little angel's getting dirt on her knees
When the sun comes down the filth roam free
You’ll never find a finer specimen of filth than me

I don’t want this, I just need this to carry on

I got the a white line fever and I appetite for sin
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in
I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in

I sold my soul

Some have said that I'm the devil and It's just as well 'cause
I've been through a burned down and rebuilt hell
with my heart in a vice and a knofe in my back
I've got a noose for the world that I’m painting black

I got the a white line fever and I appetite for sin
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in
I sold my soul so long ago, a bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go
If there's a black hole headed for hell then babe count me in

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