Dead Lines - Betzefer

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