Lyrics:
Line up the targets, focus on sight
Straight to the center, infrared light
Line up the targets, focus on sight
Straight to the center, infrared
if you want to
Call me
Call this line
Just an alien
Just an alien
Oh, we just want to get home again
Tell your leader
Sir or ma'am
We come
Groundskeeper and
Witness in park
Look, there goes the rat smasher
Local observer
With binoculars (peculiar)
And behind him is the take
the marks of a genius
I'm looking for this man
To sell him to other men
One, you lock the target
Two, you bait the line
Three, you slowly spread
the marks of a genius
I'm looking for this man
To sell him to other men
One, you lock the target
Two, you bait the line
Three, you slowly spread
the low
Niggas think I fell off?
Niggas done lost they mind
Niggas think since I'm rapping now
I still got that line
Still got that line
Still got
I’m an observer, ooh
Oh you leave me
Watch over you, as I breathe
I want to be to you
Our love on the line
Oh no, only new
Are you insane?
Pushing me
see the pilots on this Zero Illum night
The avenger's ready now, as the target's growing near
Tracer bullets, shot from the ground, behind enemy lines
up
(Face up), face up or you can only back down
(Face up), hit the target, or you better hit the ground
(Face up), there's still time to turn
on the wall
To the practical observer
It's just a matter of time
"You can deviate from the com-
Monplace
Only to fall back in line."
I understand mine's
reminiscence
catch a smile for stormy days and sad occasions
moving targets and camera shy
the moon is dark and shadowed
the sun keeps ticking by
We are aimless
And our target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face
No complaints
But I wish I had my top
This knowledge is torture
How to forget
Helpless observer to futile destruction
Mind's eye blinded to internal corruption
Helpless observer to futile
(I've) hung around with big shots
Never knew love was in the sights
I guess I missed the target
Caught up in a different line of fire
But I
go anywhere
To the ends of the earth
What is it worth if Love would be there?
Walking the thin line between fear and the call
One learns to bend
they sparkle
You know I can read your mind like I'm the author
There's a line for tomorrow and that line's gettin' shorter
I'm behind the trigger,
to other men
To sell him to other men
To make us rich and famous
One you lock the target,
Two you bait the line,
Three you slowly spread the net
on the walls
To the practical observer
It's just a matter of time
You can deviate from the common place
Only to fall back in line
I understand mine's
observer
Keep me murdered
Policing has come to an end
The rules went as far as could bend
Launched off the earth
After everyone's rebirth again
Take us
that line goes, still blows my mind, show business
Guess I'll never get some of this shit just always feels so weird
To this day cause all I ever did
Don't drink from that cup, my dear
Alice
It will make you small
Welcome to my mind
Thoughts here often cross the line
They play red rover (red rover! red
We are names and we are faces
Not listed in the pages
You're searching line by line
The voices in the wire
The glass under your tires
and the resolve hardens
The story, told to a keen observer, shows the metamorphosis of
Undecided into Friends for Hire
While not world-renowned, Friends for Hire
Blythe, California
Construction signs
crizona dust storm
Jumpin' state lines
Bet on the weather you're bound to get beat
Yeah it's damn hot but it's
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