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 and the same

Counting second til I'm medicated, fucked in the brain

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 angel's getting dirt on her knees

When the sun goes down the filth run free

You'll never find a finer specimen of filth than me

I don't want this, I just need this to carry on

Licking every drop of poison off a pocket of keys

While some daddy's little angel's getting dirt on her knees

When the sun goes down the filth run free

You'll never find a finer specimen of filth than me