asking alexandria
white line fever
As I breathe, my disease brings me to my knees All you need is a taste it'll set you free Your infection's my discretion honey, one in the same Counting second 'til I'm medicated, fucked in the brain I don't want this baby I just need it I got the white line fever And an appetite for sin If there's a black hole headed for hell Then baby 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 baby count me in I sold my soul Licking every drop of poison Off a pocket of keys While some daddy's little angels Getting down on her knees When the sun goes down The filth roam free You'll never find a finer specimen Of filth in me I don't want this I just need this To carry on I got the white line fever And an appetite for sin If there's a black hole heading for hell Then baby 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 heading for hell Then baby count me in Some have said that I'm the devil and it's just as well Cause I've been through and burned down and rebuilt hell With my heart in a vice And a knife in my back I've got a noose for the world, that I'm painting black I got the white line fever And an appetite for sin If there's a black hole heading for hell Then baby count me in I sold my soul so long ago The bullet in the chamber with nowhere to go If there's a black hole heading for hell Then baby count me in I sold my soul