Текст песни Between The Lines - Atmosphere
(What
it
is,
it
ain′t,
and
what
it
ain't,
it
is
It′s
the
theme
of
where
we're
goin')
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
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
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
Can
you
see
her?
She
spends
her
whole
day
in
a
theater
Livin′
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
comin
through
Coming
across
At
a
loss
for
dialogue
Walkin
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
Of
waitin
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,
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
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
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
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,
looking
at
these
people
like
they're
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
and
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
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
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
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
it's
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)
1 Between The Lines
2 Like Today
3 Tears For The Sheep
4 Guns and Cigarettes
5 Don't Ever Fucking Question That
6 It Goes
7 If I Was Santa Claus
8 Aspiring Sociopath
9 Free or Dead
10 Party For The Fight To Write
11 Mama had a Baby and His Head Popped Off
12 They're All Gonna Laugh @ You
13 Lost and Found
14 The Woman with the Tattooed Hands
15 Nothing But Sunshine
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