Head Automatica

I can not cross the line again, Idolize the body and hand
My head is hot enough to spin, running through the line in the sand
No no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
No no no no, ohhh almost with no conscience at all
I can't take back the words, sorry for what you heard
I can't reverse the hurt, but I keep blacking out
Sorry for what i've done, my conscience weights a ton
And I'm not the only one, but I keep blacking out
I can not cross the line again, Reasoning my need to give in
my blood gives all too cold again, running through the line in the sand
no no no no, ohhh hungry and addicted again
no no no no, ohhh almost with no conscience at all