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')

[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

It's the surface wet, the nervous mess

Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight

Irritated and constipated

And its all covered, player hated, funneled 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, 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

[Hook: 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

Living her time in the life that she would prefer

And she stirs nothing, comes and goes as she wishes

Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence

But if they only knew

About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from coming through

Coming across

At a loss for dialogue

Walking 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

I'm waiting 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 the back of that matinee movie

And 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 death awake touch the sleep

Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep end

[Hook]

And I just might just find somebody

I just might just love somebody

And I just might just feel somebody

I just might just kill somebody

And I just might just find somebody

I just might just love somebody

And I just might just feel somebody

I just might just kill somebody (myself)

[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 doing shows for years, getting respect from peers

Killed the ego, looking at these people like they're 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 that he doesn't see it, hasn't felt a thing

Records sell well, but still underground

Travels town to town

Holding hands with fans that love his sound

When it comes around let's hope he 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

Seen the miles, wishing 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 wrists backstage

[Hook]

And I just might just find somebody

I just might just love somebody

And I just might just feel somebody

I just might just kill somebody

And I just might just find somebody

I just might just love somebody

And I just might just feel somebody

I just might just kill somebody, and

[Outro: Slug]

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 its 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)