Northern Line

Bobby Vylanici

Please mind the gap
And take all your fucking belongings with you

On edge as I'm locking up the house
Make eye contact and I'm knocking someone out
Reminded of the things that I'd forgotten all about
The second that the cloud passes, fear comes runnin' out
Tired nights and a tightly wired soul
Seems to make my moods a little harder to control
I feel lost, as I travel down that road
And these underground stairs start to make me feel so cold

Kill for your country, it's mourning time
Sounds of war on the Northern line
I can't breathe, just leave me alone
I can't breathe, I just wanna go

I just wanna go home
I can't tell you where I've been or where I'll go
And where I'm at right now, I don't know
But I hear those voices tell me
"The world's not safe, don't come outside
You might not make it home tonight
The world's not safe, don't come outside
You might not make it home tonight"

Fearmongers, rally up the people
Rag full of ragtag stories about evil
Scantily clad bodies seem impossible to equal
Voices in the cage are getting way too loud to sleep through
Just fuel for the hatred in my head
Constantly uncomfortable and socially inept
Beat myself to death, because I hated what I said
Spend every waking minute with anxiety and dread

Kill for your country, it's mourning time
Sounds of war on the Northern line
I can't breathe, just leave me alone
I can't breathe, I just wanna go

I just wanna go home
I can't tell you where I've been or where I'll go
And where I'm at right now, I don't know
But I hear them screaming, screaming
"The world's not safe, don't come outside
You might not make it home tonight
The world's not safe, don't come outside
You might not make it home tonight"

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