Lyrics:
See I'm trapped
Somewhere between birth and dying
Yes I'm trapped
Somewhere between truth and lying
See I'm trapped
Somewhere between heaven and hell
demons you think you now control
The time will come when you'll be lying in bed
Wheezing like a dying animal
When those spirits lay claim to the rights
turns
And when I stay too long, I went outside and stared
Arms outstretched and long, moved straight across the sky
(in and out of focus, in and out
live as a cripple you learn to breathe in death
The line between living and dying is blurred
Cause both living and dying are verbs
And you can't do
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches
'm not sorry
I feel sorry but I'm not sorry
The Devil has crept in and is multiplying quietly
Between the bed sheets piled on shelves in the laundry
passing the present moment cause I'm in my head
And yeah that's opened up enough - I can keep the rest
Always keepin to myself, clean my own mess
Anane's
nurturing a bond that'll move me
Ain't got time for the stress and the hurt and the
Shit that don't improve me
See a lot
Say a little
Often I be in between in
I look around
And try to love what I have in the moment
Dang, I'm really my greatest opponent
How can I fight the man in the mirror
When I've been
The city`s sweating on his hot summer night
The sidewalk steaming as I`m passing you by
Don`t wanna stay between the
White little lines
Coz life is
Had brought me to the ocean like a coin in a slot.
Now, as I lay ill, you're probably upset.
Not at my dying, but, maybe just by the threat
That
for this territory
Makin our life one big story to tell
Reality amongst the youth, long as, breath is in my body
I got proof, I'm not scared
If
Look
A question for the new Prime Minister
How'd you have a heart so sinister?
How are you so wasteful when people are dying in Somalia
Watson:
Now I'm trapped between the lines
Diva:
The Grand Designer
He's weeping but he did more harm than good
Watson's dying
The Grand Designer:
or in-between?
Maybe we're just moments moving sideways
Maybe we're just made to be alone
We don't know
Are we getting lost in the silence?
Maybe one
I am tall and I am thin
Of an enviable height
And I've been known to be quite handsome
In a certain angle and a certain light
Well I entered
the knots
You said that I'm lying
Why I feel like dying?
In the moment I lay down
The night fuck up my mind yeah
Give me another shot
I sipped and I forgot
Between the picture of time behind the face of need.
Coming quickly to terms of all expression laid,
Emotion revealed as the ocean maid,
All complete in
Between you and me, I can see in yo' eyes
Wise to the next, stay in checkmate (stay in check)
Your Green, getcha Gold
It come between me and you
Will
wanna be your Johnny Cash, Johnny Cash
And lay you down in that blue grass (Lay you down in that blue grass)
And lay you down in that blue grass (I wanna
your wet desert, I don't mind dying of thirst
Lay on my tongue your wet desert, lounge in the sand of my bones
Dry me out in your wet desert, I don't
dare express my pain, no no no
In numbing silence I’ll remain
These are the moments I think of when I can’t choose between locking up or leaving, oh
waiting to lay (No way!)
cll you posers noses hurt
Clairvoyance and counter-culture (Shit!)
I'm the Linkle to the Moblins
The bright one, dying off
just wanna let my emotions get out
Nobody can stop
I'm running to freedom
No matter how you try to hold me in your world
Like a doll carried by
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