White Line Fever

• Asking Alexandria
• From Death To Destiny

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 don’t want this baby, I just need it to carry on

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 roam free

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

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

Some have said that I’m the devil and it’s just as well ‘cause

I’ve been through and burned down and rebuilt hell

With my heart in a vice and a knife in my back

I’ve got a noose for the world that I’m painting black