Various Artists - Between the Lines lyrics

(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 k** 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 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 k**s 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 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 d**h awake touch the sleep Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep end [Hook (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 k** 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 k**ed 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, pa**ing 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 bu*t in the ashtray Locked the door and slit both wrists backstage [Hook (2X)] [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)