(What it tis it taint,& What it taint it tis
   Its the theme of ?where we're goin'?)
  
   [Verse 1: Slug]
   See the police man, notice the lonely man
   How do you think he keeps his head on straight?
   Can you feel his rhythm? What do you think he visions
   When he squints at the line from behind those shades
   Feel the summer's crest, overdressed
   So much sweat, his skin begins to chafe
   Its the surface wet the nervous mess
   Overbearing and jaded from carrying the weight
   Irritated and constipated
   And its all cup of player hated, funnelin consolidated
   Into the shell of one man with a gun
   Riding that thin line between the program and the sun
   And I don't hate you, for tryin to relate to
   Wishin you could find a trap door to escape through
   But if I see you as a threat to my seedling or my sibling
   I'm dying to pull the plug on your machine
  
   Chorus: Slug(2X)
   And I just might just find somebody
   And I just might just love somebody
   And I just might just feel somebody
   And I just might just kill somebody
  
   [Verse 2: Slug]
   Can you see her?
   She spends her whole day in a theater
   Livin her time in the life that she would prefer
   & she stirs nothing, comes & goes she wishes
   Surroundings oblivious to her whole existence
   But if they only knew?
   About the thoughts that she can't seem to stop from comin through
   Comin' across
   At a loss for dialogue
   Walkin through the fog
   With her eyes closed & her mind gone
   And now she lives in the films that she sees
   And dreams that she kills us repeatedly
   I'm impressed with the tolerance she brandishes
   If it was me, I would snapped from the sheer overanxiousness
   I'm waitin for the day she strolls through Muddy Waters
   And slaughters sons & daughters and bloodies smothers in coffins
   Lovely little case study castaway cutie
   Masturbating in back of that matinee movie
   And someday, oneday, when the credits roll
   She'll hold a pocket full of gunplay for the ignorant souls
   Then we'll know to what death awake touch the sleep
   Make me walk the thin line between shallow and deep end
  
   Chorus: (2X)
   And I just might just find somebody
   And I just might just love somebody
   And I just might just feel somebody
   And I just might just kill somebody(my body)
  
   [Verse 3: Slug]
   He used to write his rhymes and recite his lines all the time
   Sometimes he'd make them up right off the top of his mind
   After doin shows for years, gettin respect from peers
   Killed the ego, lookin at these people like they're weird
   Road trips, truned to head trips
   Became a hunger for sedatives and essentric ettiqutes
   Optimism needs to feed off self-esteem
   But it seems that he doesn't see it or hasn't felt a thing
   Records sell well but still undergound
   Travels town to town
   Holdin hands with fans that love his sound
   When it comes to roundance hope he can enjoy it
   Don't slow down momentum, afraid he might destroy it
   When he stops to shake the hand, I doubt they understand
   That he outstands only in the shadow of a man
   Havin a hard time with life on a drumroll
   Walkin that high-wire, passin it off is humble
   But theres a thin line,between screams and smiles
   Seen the miles, wishin he can go home & read to his child
   But tonight's the last day, put the butt in the ashtray
   Locked the door and slit both wrists backstage
  
   Chorus: (2X)
  
   [Outro: Slug]
   Onwards,forwards continuance renaissance
   Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
   Onwards,forwards continuance renaissance
   Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
   Onwards,forwards continuance renaissance
   Encore, ignorance wrapped inside of innocence
   Nothing but love for the music and its offspring
   Bouncin' off the boxsprings and tryin to make it to the crosses
  
   I just might just....
   I just might just....
   I just might just....(fade out)