black lines criminal lines in a liminal state i take a pass black lines criminal lines in a liminal state i take it back a heap of stone that followed me home the burden of a ghost and a bag of bones you won t find no turn in my head you won t find no reason for this you won t find no turn in my head you won t find no reason you and i would find all that we held didn t amount to much weightless as air and going to sleep won t change a thing and walking away might work for a day but at least that s what you want i remember every word and the weight of your mind is eliciting a word of black lines criminal lines 
['art punk', 'atlanta indie']