Black lines
Criminal lines
In a liminal state
I take a pass

Black lines
Criminal lines
In a liminal state
I take it back

A heap of stone
That followed me home
The burden of a ghost
And a bag of bones
You won't find no turn in my head
You won't find no reason for this
You won't find no turn in my head
You won't find no reason

You and I would find
All that we held
Didn't amount to much
Weightless as air
And going to sleep
Won't change a thing
And walking away
Might work for a day

But at least that's what you want
I remember every word
And the weight of your mind
Is eliciting a word

Of black lines
Criminal lines
(Repeat)