“White Lines & Closed Eyes”
Sixty-eight cuts deeper than a power chord—this one’s carved from real pain, not pretty rhymes No lesson No clean ending Just the truth in 4/4 time
We keep climbing. 500 ain’t gonna write itself. \m/
Song #69 —and it had to be filthy. This one ain’t poetry. It’s porn with a guitar solo. This is sweat on leher, lipstick on shaft, and a chorus that grinds like a stripper with a vendetta. It’s sleaze with teeth. It’s a 69 with eye contact, claws, and zero regrets.
Sixty-eight cuts deeper than a power chord—this one’s carved from real pain, not pretty rhymes No lesson No clean ending Just the truth in 4/4 time
We keep climbing. 500 ain’t gonna write itself. \m/
Song #69 —and it had to be filthy. This one ain’t poetry. It’s porn with a guitar solo. This is sweat on leher, lipstick on shaft, and a chorus that grinds like a stripper with a vendetta. It’s sleaze with teeth. It’s a 69 with eye contact, claws, and zero regrets.