Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock
There is no sanctuary, you want to do this...right now
Your blank look tells me, you`re not to thrilled at all
To stand here face-to-face with me
You want to stab at me, right now, not tomorrow
`Cause there`s a fine line between me and them
Call it a rift
I can`t just look you in the eye without just crying/laughing
I speak with death-threat tone...
you and yours want to make a name
Pack it up and move on right now, no tomorrow
`Cause there`s a fine line between me and them
Call it a...
I will decide
There`s pressure, revolving, absorbing, unloading, depreciated
Step on the foot of Excelcier, a net in the womb of the aftermath
The problem ahead is that "fine line" that keeps us apart
A fence there in the middle/keeps us apart again