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The Thin White Line lyrics by breeders park

I’ve held that residue in my hand
I swept it clean, hoping that it would release me
But these walls have an effect on me
Closing in with a bullet, the thin white line
My head’s running away from me
Go for a punch and dig me to sleep
Can’t hide from what’s wrong with me
A ringing pistol in my mouth
Wooden fragments sink down deep
Dust between my nostrils and my speak
The color speaking in between the lines
I hate it, the thin white line

I want to be splattered
Like a fucking Pollock painting
You can clean the hate from my painting
That thin white line, I hate it
Decapitated my own fucking ending
Obliterated by the gun i’m attending
Can’t go through with it, so tempting
The thin white line, I hate it

Spinning turrets on my hollow ceiling
Look at it and tell me i’m not dreaming
You have such a way with words
Another drink will have me poisoned with love
This white flag is a symbol of my faith
Hand over another fucking godless trait
I can’t help you if you don’t help me find
Why you’re dead in my mind
I don’t know
Why you hate me when you fucking created me
So you tell me
If i’m in your vision, why would you make it so I fucking hate me?

I want to be splattered
Like a fucking Pollock painting
You can clean the hate from my being
That thin white line, I hate it
Decapitated my own fucking ending
Obliterated by the gun i’m attending
Can’t go through with it, so tempting
The thin white line, I hate it