Fine Lines Songtext
von KINK

I′m pushing by a magnetic black tide
Seeping into soft crimes comprised
From holding rhymes in two
Breaking my ribs in two
Held in tough skin I am
Cursing my blood I've caught in constant sin

I was stumbling through rotting hollow trees
I was grasping their rough swollen bodies
Wait on me
This wait on me


I′m dragging by a parasite in time
Caressing these white lies derived
From holding rhymes in two
Fine lines between her thumbs
Held in the wind I am
Cursing your son I am
Caught in his sin and then

Sometimes I target the night and the day
To find melody haunting the reasons I stay
I am nothing without this
I am blank pages thin between
Fine lines you draw and the lines in between
In between

I was stumbling through rotting hollow trees
I was grasping their rough swollen bodies
I was callous finding things unholy
I was hurting death up through open weeds

I was stumbling through rotting hollow trees
I was grasping their rough swollen bodies
I was callous finding things unholy
I was hurting death up through open weeds