Testo Straight Lines

On the edge
On the loose
They are here to tie the noose
But they won’t catch me

Barking noise
Searchlight rays
Breaking news for broken days Another entry

The undisputable hole inside of you
Wasn’t my pursuit
I am sure you knew
You’re a trustee

I am weak
I am sore
I attest to countless flaws
But I’m not guilty

You’re running low on straight lines
You’re running low on good signs
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow
You’re running low on straight lines
You’re running low on good signs
You’re running low, thеy say, the salt will flow

Into waste
Into voids
Into shades on polaroids
Lеave a whisper?

Pinetree hill
Hold me tight
Cover up and choke the light
But save the blister

You’re running low on straight lines
You’re running low on good signs
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow

(You’re running low on straight lines)
(You’re running low on straight lines)

You’re running low on straight lines
You’re running low on good signs
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow