Hall Lane

Geeking out you're just addicted to the blame

Dodging doubt illicit sense of senseless shame

Geeking out you're just addicted to the blame

Dodging doubt illicit sense of senseless shame

And I feel, so fried falling down this path of mine

And I'll heal, your mind maker at the borderline, yeah

Alone, and tired, peel me off the screen you're a real high-flier

You know, you'll never, nothing but a clown and a two-faced liar

Yeah it contains all the fire

It feeds my eternal life

Woah