Текст Black Rebel Motorcycle Club – The Line

I am the line, I hold you near
There is no burden left to bear, I can 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 line, I hold you near
There is no burden left to bear, I can 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 in time for some correction
I found you tied onto the cross, with judgement on your every thought
You know my words all mean the same, you’ve buried here to isolate
And in this prison in your mind, well you were born without a spine

When did you stop caring?
When did you stop caring?
When did you stop caring?
When did you stop caring?