Crossing The Line

Artists : Railer : Crossing The Line

And every morning's just another night,
Of thinking too hard when my mind isn't right.
I often wonder if I'm,
So far ahead or if I've fallen behind.

I think about the world we're living in,
Where even my shadow doesn't quite fit in.
I hope for something, but I,
Stumble when I try to make a leap on my own.
I've got a million little monkeys that are crushing my bones.

Crossing the line,
With pistols by my sides.
Tell me I'm fine this time,
Because it's fucking with my mind.

Voices whisper secrets in my ears,
They're guiding me home to all my greatest fears,
And all I'm saying is there's,
Not much left in me that I have to hide.

And all this stuff I'm taking on the chin,
I'm weighted down from all I'm roping in.
Hope for something but I,
Stumble when I try to make a leap on my own.
I've got a million little monkeys that are crushing my bones.

Crossing the line,
With pistols by my sides.
Tell me I'm fine this time,
Because it's fucking with my mind.

Crossing the line,
With pistols by my sides.
Tell me I'm fine this time,
Because you're coming and leaving and loving and seething,
And I don't believe in and that there's not a reason, oh.

I'm goin' crazy but I'm fine.
I'm goin' crazy but I'm fine.
I'm goin' crazy but I'm fine.
And you all think I've lost my mind!

Crossing the line,
With pistols by my sides.
Tell me I'm fine this time,
Because it's fucking with my mind.

Crossing the line,
With pistols by my sides.
Tell me I'm fine this time,
Because you're coming and leaving and loving and seething,
And I don't believe in and that there's not a reason.