Lines In My Face Lyrics - Chronic Future

(Chorus) 

Lines in my face are becoming more apparent 

I stare with the same eyes as my moms parent 

People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish 

And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it 

Heres a bottle opener pop open your coping mechanism 

Cold turkey and poke up at your personalities 

Bind them together merging spring and December 

Lending an effort to your own hand reaping the benefits of your amenities 

One by one binding simple brown 

Sky blue ice color Antarctic episode of the world spinning itself around 

Tuesday turned itself to Wednesday numb sound 

Of voices and dreams turning out to be trains making the rounds 

I planned this Im going to where Ive seen supplements 

Causing glaciered items to form and melt under my skin 

I am an auction of faculty, a reaction to this pasty planets purpose 

And honestly, sometimes that makes me nervous 

But through wrinkles on faces, grey hairs, and slow downs 

Through chords, shelters, meetings, molars, gold crowns 

Ghost towns, sold out shows to no one around 

The lines on my face will undoubtedly have become their own sound 

(Chorus) 

Lines in my face are becoming more apparent 

I stare with the same eyes as my moms parent 

People I can be scared with are the ones to cherish 

And I hope someday to be able to say that I shared it 

This goes out to those that answer the questions I have 

And this one goes to growing old inside of my mask 

This one is for the 20th day of consistency 

That marked the point in time when my principles lifted me 

One must acclimate to their mud if they dont know their own dirt 

And be fascinated with the blood, sweat and tears it takes to work 

And if one forgets the three liquid rules for too many years 

Theyll have a hard time treading water in their ambitious pools with peers 

Quite a bit of bottled up pressure involved with corking issues 

According to the finish line one should never persist and misuse 

You might just get to where youre going and pause on all your scars 

And not ever want to go anywhere else out of fears of it being to far 

Lets make a conscience effort to kill or deadweight paths 

And drag the carcasses along the carpets of those that grew our math 

So everybody can see firsthand exactly what it takes us 

To acquire the impressions of the journeys on our faces