White Lies

First world problems My needs become calamities on a global scale Import, export - Fortress Europe The door is locked I guard the key in my hypocrisy Blood on my hands, I wash it off in alcohol history weighs a tonne I feel the need coming on My guilt dissolves in my drink as the lines blur Heavy conscience My blue blood coagulating running out my nose My privilege cut up in ziplock bags I tell myself that it's alright, I do my part in the fight My lies accelerate with every other breath More lines, more lies, more lines, more lies - wild and frantic eyes I make myself feel better, but when I wake up, I feel worse It takes a lot of coke To be so fucking woke How do you sleep at night? How, how, how do you sleep at night? Brigt lights, white lines White Lies! I need white li(n)es --- White Lies - Nexø