Between the Lines
(what it is it ain't
& what it ain't it is
it's the theme where we're going)
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 envisions
when he squints at the line from behind those shades?
feel the summer's crest, overdressed
so much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
it's the surface sweat, the nervous mess
overbearing & jaded from carrying the weight
irritated & constipated
& it's all covered, player-hated, funnelled & consolidated
into the shell of one man with a gun
riding that thin line between the program & the sun
& I don't hate you, I'm trying to relate to
wishing you could find a trap door to escape through
but if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
I'll die to pull the plug on your machine
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
can you see her?
she spends her whole day in the theater
living her time in the life that she would prefer
she stirs nothing, comes & goes as she wishes
surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
but if they only knew
about the thoughts she can't seem to stop from coming through
coming across
at a loss for dialogue
walking through the fog
with her eyes closed & her mind gone
& now she lives in the films that she sees
& daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
if it was me, I would've snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waiting for the day she strolls through muddy waters
& slaughters sons & daughters & bloodies mothers & fathers
lovely little case study castaway cutie
masturbating in back of that matinee movie
& someday, one day, when the credits roll
she'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
then we'll know to what depth awake touches sleep
makes me walk the thin line between shallow and deep
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill myself
he used to write his rhymes & recite his lines all the time
sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
after doing shows for years, getting respect from peers
killed the ego, looking at these people like they weird
road trips, turned into head trips
became a hunger for sedatives and eccentric etiquette
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
holding 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
having a hard time with life on a drumroll
walking that high-wire, passing it off as humble
but it's a thin line,between screams and smiles
he's seen the miles, wishing 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 wrists backstage
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
nothing but love for the music and its offspring
bouncing off the boxsprings just trying to make it to the crossroads
I just might just...
I just might just...
I just might just...
& what it ain't it is
it's the theme where we're going)
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 envisions
when he squints at the line from behind those shades?
feel the summer's crest, overdressed
so much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
it's the surface sweat, the nervous mess
overbearing & jaded from carrying the weight
irritated & constipated
& it's all covered, player-hated, funnelled & consolidated
into the shell of one man with a gun
riding that thin line between the program & the sun
& I don't hate you, I'm trying to relate to
wishing you could find a trap door to escape through
but if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
I'll die to pull the plug on your machine
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
can you see her?
she spends her whole day in the theater
living her time in the life that she would prefer
she stirs nothing, comes & goes as she wishes
surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
but if they only knew
about the thoughts she can't seem to stop from coming through
coming across
at a loss for dialogue
walking through the fog
with her eyes closed & her mind gone
& now she lives in the films that she sees
& daydreams that she kills us repeatedly
I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
if it was me, I would've snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
of waiting for the day she strolls through muddy waters
& slaughters sons & daughters & bloodies mothers & fathers
lovely little case study castaway cutie
masturbating in back of that matinee movie
& someday, one day, when the credits roll
she'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
then we'll know to what depth awake touches sleep
makes me walk the thin line between shallow and deep
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill myself
he used to write his rhymes & recite his lines all the time
sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
after doing shows for years, getting respect from peers
killed the ego, looking at these people like they weird
road trips, turned into head trips
became a hunger for sedatives and eccentric etiquette
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
holding 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
having a hard time with life on a drumroll
walking that high-wire, passing it off as humble
but it's a thin line,between screams and smiles
he's seen the miles, wishing 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 wrists backstage
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
& I just might just find somebody
I just might just love somebody
& I just might just feel somebody
I just might just kill somebody
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
onward, forward, continuous, renaissance
encore, ignorance, wrapped inside of innocence
nothing but love for the music and its offspring
bouncing off the boxsprings just trying to make it to the crossroads
I just might just...
I just might just...
I just might just...