White Lines
White lines
Have you ever been on a train going a hundred miles an hour?
The wind in your hair and you feel like you’ve got some godly holy power
Because you see things different when you’re in that mode
Because your brains gone mad into overload
Your heart is pumping like a bird in flight
And you think things differently like out of sight
An instant connection to the main frame selection
All going to the cerebral centre there is no hesitation
Then you wake up smacked up whacked up noises in your head
You feel nothing but you always remember what you never really ever had.
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