Exit Ten

Two white lines a strong cocktail
Semi-sober thoughts now I can't tell
What happened to the dreams I had
What ever will I do when things turn bad
I've lost my sense of self
Lost my eye for detail
Eyes fixed on what you're doing
His voice vanished in to the dark
Lately I've not been myself
It's one of the many things that I do well
And if you were to follow my lead
Then our dance would soon end in defeat
Eyes fixed on what you're doing
His voice vanished in to the dark
We've given little thought to them
How they've been living
They spent so much time
And left so much behind
Look to the climactic ends can't find my way down
I need some violence to make me fell alive