The Line

I am the line I hold you near There is no burden left to bear I can't see clear You're in suspension You know no love There is no story left to tell You have no wisdom to pass on I am the soul of absolution No man can hide his own illusion My hands are crippled from the pain You are the splinter in my vain You put your head between your hands And understand nothing it adds I feel the answers keep you scared I've put the harm inside myself. I am the line I hold you near There is no burden left to bear I can't see clear I am perfected I know no void I have no conscience to keep clear I understand there's nothing more You try to kid yourself with questions Pleading inside for some correction I found you tied unto the cross Your judgment owns your every thought You know my words all mean the same You're begging to isolate Into this prison in your mind Well, you were born without a spine When did you stop caring? When did you stop caring? --- The Line - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club