Between The Lines

(What it is, it ain't, and what it ain't, it is

It's the theme of where we're goin')

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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

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

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

Can you see her?

She spends her whole day in a theater

Livin' her time in the life that she would prefer

And she stirs nothing, comes and 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

Coming across

At a loss for dialogue

Walkin through the fog

With her eyes closed and 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 and 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

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

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

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, looking at these people like they're 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 and 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

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

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

Onwards, forwards continuance, renaissance

Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence

Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance

Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence

Onwards, forwards continuance renaissance

Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence

Nothing but love for the music and it's offspring

Bouncing off the boxsprings and trying to make it to the crosses

I just might just...

I just might just...

I just might just... (Fade out)