Testo Verse From.. (Slug) Atmosphere
How little I know, that gets followed down this dead end
How much mind I misplace in the name of a girlfriend
When the world bends, and changes its form
Iâll throw a raincoat on and fornicate with a storm
Iâll be the same as before, like nothing youâve ever known
Trying to feel my way through the weather looking for home
But till that time arrives ill keep designing my life
Arrive the need to survive without this disguise
Counter clockwise, cross the Iâs, dot the tâs
And run circles around these docile hypocrisies
They donât understand, good,
Watch how long it took for them to break it down,
And find out its not just a song itâs a way of death
Itâs a donât take a step, itâs a save your breath and then came the yes
(scratching ârhyme sayerâ)
So heres an ode to those who feel theyâre under control
Like they donât have a whole firm hold on their own soul
Nothing but snow, makes for rough when its cold
You can roll or you can cut your loss and drop your load
From the woman I know that give their partners their all
To the ones that watch and wait for their lovers to fall
To the single file line a mile long in the hall
To the ones that work the cashier jobs down at the strip malls
If the rat bites its tale, you gonna hear it scream
âThis is not my lifeâ, what is it? A dream?
Between letting off steam and empty bottles redeemed
Was it hard for you to pull me apart by the seams?
Take a deep breath so you can smell the city
Put the alcohol down its fucking up your kidney
No longer will I let them spin me round till Iâm dizzy
Either walk away or walk with me