Lyrics Dead Lines - Betzefer

Dead Lines

There’s no way around it
Keep playing the game
Of working hard, doing drugs every weekend
Doesn’t it all feel quite the same?
There’s no question about it
I know you feel it too
Take your money and your dead lines
Back to when we had fun in 2002
A blank sheet of paper makes you high
Add some substance to it, then you fly
There’s no reason to it 'till you die
Put your lines in order
Rock 'n roll your notes
Keep fueling your force of habit
Just for the sake of your high hopes
You’re starting to lose it
But in perfect control
It’s not about winning or losing
When it’s not supposed to make sense at all
A blank sheet of paper makes you high
Add some substance to it, then you fly
There’s no reason to it 'till you die
Now it’s time to wake up
Needle stuck in your heart
Pull it out, get over yourself and carry on