only you can lead yourself to be misled I'm standing by the wayside With all my scars from time Reading books of long gone heroes Who died between the lines
Weak Link The Towers' Share Beneath Their Foundations A Rivers Rage The Damm That Stands Reveals Its Age From The Cracks Water's Flowing And Makes A Line
mental Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power Get devoured, by my infinite skills to disappear Getting lost in the holocaust that rage between
So determined you can find the cure You've always been the driven one Speak your mind, rebel son In your eyes, wildfires rage You read between the lines
? I don?t know, it really depends though He?s Psychological, half psycho, half logical Half businessman, half put-them-in-the-hospital Business and art, there?s a very fine line
I was born from love and my poor mother worked the mines I was raised on the good book Jesus Till I read between the lines Now I don't believe I wanna
'm goin' insane I feel the temperature rise but can I maintain? All the pushin' and shovin', it's like we gang bang It's a thin line between livin' and
to cover up the real You do everything to keep the truth concealed BItch you fake and we all know why And we can read between the lines Everybody knows
Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages When bible page verse tidal waves begun (Water one) I wrote the book that shook America to splinters In
line of pain, no other way to show how you feel This is the rebel in her, the torment from him, the absence of help, the mother's care (Child) Rage,
And didn't say too much I let you have your silence 'Cause I thought you needed time But now I want to stop Tryin' to read between the lines I can'
you last Your face familiar in a way. Your voice out of the past Every gamut of emotion shared from tenderness to rage Fell away between us in the turning
a line between what is and what should be, a line you'll never find It takes me far away from me, keeps me where I've been In the blackout, rage-filled
l Had to achieve every part of her that breathed I want to blame it all on obsession it set my fury free it's a fine line between possession and smothering
my mind And other times, sunshine, high head fine In between I get cold, old mean Intertwined with country pride, open and kind This draws a line, sorry
(early version) Well the rangers had a home-coming in harlem late last night And the magic rat piloted his sleek machine across the jersey state line