you let them fool you, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing's like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines Between the lines Between the lines Between the lines
rule our minds Between the lines Don't you let them fool ya, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing' like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines
Traduzione: Rabbia. Between The Lines.
our minds Between the lines Don't you let them fool ya, see the signs of time Between the lines Nothing' like it seems, so read between the lines Between the lines
set, the pieces in place, this is the start of the end, total control, order through chaos, rethink what you know, read between the lines in the
[music & lyrics by richard] i'm riding the lies sweet forest of lies my own few lines between my eyes i feel the rage; i touch my lips taste the blood
try 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
So possibly I could be goin' insane Snortin' this cane Stressed out like a muthafucka flowin' his pain Misunderstood by most Few people considered close It's a very thin line between
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine over the Jersey state line Barefoot girl sitting on
the flames are burning still Between death and life, it is a destiny's will [CHORUS] Beyond the gates Beyond the gates of Hell [BRIDGE] Heaven or Hell, there's a thin line between
fools and viable troops And liars who don't rely on the truth There's no such thing as suspension or graduation Strangled by the line between real and
Separate the scars Analyze the static parts Of my constant fall from reality I am trapped inside a cage With bars of anger And lock of rage And I still
break and never will and never change and never fade but there is the rage of losing you to their mistakes in between the lines signs of a the next
[Part 1] I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of suburbia From the bible of none of the above On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin No one ever
you've got Cos I got, enough of that old fly rock To make your girlfriends thighs rock Check what I got Her own hands between her legs Had a tap like
a thousand words But who chooses which pictures we see? Who decides on the commentary? Keeping the people in a state of confusion There's a thin line between
