Wesley Kelly - Thin Line ('14) lyrics

Weezer sample: Take me back, back to the shack, back when the strat was the lightning strap, kick in the door, more hardcore, rocking out like its '94 Verse 1 Dear God, I know I should be trusting in you more But my eyes see the floor when I step out the door When my feet hit the floor, I can see every vein And to make it all worse my whole life is in vain If I don't maintain and keep praising your name Even though it feels like I'm walking over flames? Its so hard to find the words to describe all my pain Instead of letting go I just keep it all contained I'm feeling so ashamed 'cuz I'm falling into sin And every time I say I never will, I sin again Is heaven just a place to which I'm never getting in? This I wonder as I hit my knees to repent And spending every day on my knees just made my shorter So that after time I couldn't see see around the corner Heaven's step-child couldn't get across the border It's really hard to run when you're drowning in the water Hook My eyes were so blind and my mind was inclined to submit, I was living a thin line Well you should make room, I'm pursuing to do it, its different, no quitting it this time My father is bothered, my mama has heartache, religions an issue that gets them There's nowhere to go and there's nowhere to slow cuz religion says wisdom is prison Verse 2: To an ordinary person, it would seem my life was great A mature young man with his eyes on an estate At the same time feeling caged in by Heaven's gates While outside lies the whole world for him to take But after walking in your shoes, he found the parking brake Engaged, it was just a risk he had to take The self-ejection stick blasted him to outer space Where he hurdled past the Son of God and burned off his face Everything he thought he saw was suddenly erased In its place, utter blackness and a fear he could have tasted He said goodbye to everything on which his life was based The palace crumbled, in its place there stood a heap of waste The savage was madder than Godzilla for rilla I was madder than a totally exposed armadilla So I started going ape like a crazy gorilla And the sleepy little beast was transformed into a k**a Hook Verse 3 Good morning, hustler was still living So I got on down to the ground and I found An amazing opportunity that I had been given To live without the chains and to make my own decisions I get up in it in a minute I be hitting opposition Never quit it or diminish 'til I finish, its a mission Its a mix of different thinking, with a bit of different living Your position is to listen to this composition I formulated strategies for me to gain power That had to do with utilizing each and every hour I told myself that I would work until my time arrived And if I ever failed that I would slip a cyanide But then I realized that it wasn't critical For power to reside within an individual In pursuit of happiness, why should I be miserable? Then I had a change of heart that would be pivotal Hook Verse 4 Everyone is struggling just to get by But I want to see my name all up in the sky Written on the clouds with a paintbrush Call Bob Ross, somebody give him an airbrush Imperfections vanish like a vanishing act I'm too vain to enact any vanity tax They say the first shall be last, so I plan to be last Other runners on the track, you should plan to be lapped You're just handicapped, but my hand is stacked And I handle my stacks while you hand me your cash All the fashion you flash is a chapter that's past You just manage your apps and barely managed to pa** But the patterns just clash, so I had to get back To what matters and thats, how you battle this lack Of all sanity so back to my family's pad The young lad's fantasies are a balancing act My eyes were so blind and my mind was inclined to submit, I was living a thin line Well you should make room, I'm pursuing to do it, its different, no quitting it this time