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Atmosphere Miscellaneous Between The Lines (What it tis it taint,& What it taint it tis Its the theme of where we're goin') [Verse 1: Slug] See the police man, notice the lonely man How do you think he keeps his head on straight? Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions When he squints at the line from behind those shades Feel the summer's crest, overdressed So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe Its the surface sweat the nervous mess Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight Irritated and constipated And its all covered player hated,funnelled and consolidated Into the shell of one man with a gun Riding that thin line between the program and the sun And I don't hate you, tryin to relate to Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through But if I see you, as a threat to my seedling or my sibling Ill die to pull the plug on your machine Chorus: Slug(2X) And I just might just find somebody And I just might just love somebody And I just might just feel somebody And I just might just kill somebody [Verse 2: Slug] Can you see her? She spends her whole day in a theater Livin her time in the life that she would prefer & she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence But if they only knew About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through Comin' across At a loss for dialouge Walkin through the fog With her eyes closed & her mind gone And now she lives in the films that she sees And daydreams that she kills us repeatedly I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness of waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies mothers and fathers Lovely little *case*study castaway cutie Masturbating in back of that matinee movie And someday, oneday, when the credits roll She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls Then we'll know what depth awake touches sleep Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep Chorus: (2X) And I just might just find somebody And I just might just love somebody And I just might just feel somebody And I just might just kill somebody(my body) [Verse 3: Slug] He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind After doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers Killed the ego, lookin at these people like *they* weird Road trips, turn to head trips Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqute Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem But it seems as if he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing Records sell well but still undergound Travels town to town Holdin hands with fans that love his sound When it comes around *let*s hope you can enjoy it Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand That here now stands only the shadow of a man Havin a hard time with life on a drumroll Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is humble But it's a thin line,between screams and smiles Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his child But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray Locked the door and slit both of his wrists backstage Chorus: (2X) [Outro: Slug] Onwards,forwards contin*uos*, renaissance Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence Onwards,forwards contin*uos* renaissance Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence Onwards,forwards contin*uos* renaissance Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence Nothing but love for the music and its offspring Bouncin' off the boxsprings just tryin to make it to the cross*ings* I just might just.... I just might just.... I just might just....(fade out) |
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