Between The Lines Lyrics - Lucy Ford - Atmosphere

(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 

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(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) 

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(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)