White Line Fever - Asking Alexandria

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

F**ked 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 comes down the filth runs free

You'll never find a finer

Specimen of filth than me

I don't want this

I just need this 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

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

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