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Thin Black Line
House
Thin Black Line was released on June 5, 2026 by MusicByMBW as a part of the album Phase Shift
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Release DateJune 5, 2026
LabelMusicByMBW
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM127

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
ELEXiX
ELEXiX
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Walton
Mark Walton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mark Walton
Mark Walton
Producer

Lyrics

If love's a trial on a witness stand
I won't raise my hand
A thin black line on a white-hot floor
One short strand near the bathroom door
You want the chase while you use the knife
But words don't leave once they cross that line
You spun a tale out of one loose thread
Turned quiet rooms to a court instead
Eyes like sirens, yeah red-blue signs
Seeking proof while you redraw lines
Said it's " instinct" you said that "I just know"
But doubt is a tide that kills our flow
You loved the hunt though your truth ain't kind
I cannot be held by a restless mind
Say it once, not twice, I heard your claim
Smoke in the mirror, yeah fire without a flame
Accusation… condemnation… abdication
Turned a whisper into an allegation
Tick tick tick while the snare climbs high
Spin that thread till the facts run dry
Heartbeat racing, grip the sky
If truth can't land, the signal dies
Accusation… condemnation… misapplication
Every echo is an escalation
Thin black line… line… line
No chase this time… time… time
Accuse, condemn and abdicate
I won't participate
Thin black line… line… line
Cut the tether, clear my mind
If love's a trial on a witness stand
You gotta know - won't raise my hand
Stuttered breath, click-click rewind
No more scripts where I self-assign
You asked "why stop the chase?" here's why
I don't chase storms that make me cry
You drew conclusions, inked them fast
Stained present tense with your haunted past
Every question you framed could corner me
But fences fail down when the ground is free
You wanted thunder without the rain
To hear a word that soothes your pain
But blame is a drug that burns the fuse
Love can't grow while you prosecute
Hands up, calm down, count to five
Truth needs silence just to survive
Accusation… condemnation… abdication
What you won was isolation
White-noise riser, pressure climbs
Kick-drum heartbeat double-times
Breathe in, breathe out, cut the ties
If care is real it never spies
Accusation… condemnation… calibration
Hold the line for a new foundation
Thin black line… line… line
Crossed it, now I draw mine
No chase, no plead, no prove
Watch me step and choose
Thin black line… line… line
Echo fades, I keep time
If love needs chains to feel alive
I won't be the bind
Words don't rewind, they mark the page
Once ink sets down, it sets the stage
If faith's replaced by search and seize
I'd rather lose than live on knees
There's a thin black line and I won't cross twice
One stray thread isn't worth that price
You made love read like accusation
Condemnation, abdication
So when you ask why
I left the chase behind
How could I run through your thin black line?
Accusation… condemnation…
Accusation… condemnation…
Accusation… condemnation…
Line… line… line… I keep mine
Line… line… line… I keep mine
Line… line… line… I keep mine
Written by: Mark B Walton
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