razor thin lines That turn and swerve like perfect sines As we dress to the nines in an Attempt to leave it all behind In a search of the moment between
match And drop it in the canister I promise I'll be back But then again I stole my words From the ghost inside my head He never sleeps And if I read between the lines
cannot breathe Then I cried in the kitchen How I?d seen your ghost witching As a soldering blue line Between my eyes I cry ?glitter is love!? My eyes Pinned inside
Fear me Step too close to see what I see Construct desire The fine line between disease and what I need As he enters into the world as a ghost The terror
ten toes the type or types are putting fact in funk deliver colder than statistics, bubble hot like a Cali trunk I dwell in the fertile valley between ghosts
of mind from the daily grind Find lines to move guys rely on a vision Filled with rhymes, the room is filled with villains and ghost We toast and coast
I may bethe stargazer who still hopes for you to enter my zodiac. But the lines between time have disappeared, lost forever in the fields of ages. Fire
[Bonus Track Deluxe Edition] [Brian:] I been walking around Inside a haze Between the lines of reason Hiding from the ghost Of yesterday Feels like I
address Exhibit fracture lines that converge towards where the hackers whine Where trappers slack the traps Unlatch the catch then cover up his trackers line
your little badass mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames dance on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost
you, you need to let them go now I'm having trouble trying to find and even medium Between chasing my dreams and providing you with yours needs and Yeah, There's a fine line between
Give y'all a history lesson man History lesson [K-Rino in the background] Peep the signs - read between the lines Peep the signs - read between the lines
down to a question of company A shadow or a ghost I can stabilize? Her inviting neck or your vacant thighs? Did I cross The State Line or did I just
I miss I am becoming a ghost of myself Oh I am becoming a ghost of myself Trapped little secrets, little things we never tell No I am becoming a ghost
time Cause it's cold down here and this dirt is a thick line between life and death It appears I have nothing left But the person never forgets just like a ghost