The Line Songtext
von The Damn Devils

Hitting the gut like punches
Not of the same reality
Left hand and right hand
Our two faces
One′s night is the other's day

And the sin drips from
Our red hands so
These fists clench slow

Been choking on the air
Trying to find some room the breath
I′m sick of suffocating now
Let's find some levity
And, yeah, you fed me your material
I fed you all of mine
Maybe this time
We'll meet on the line
We′ll meet on the line


Stuck in a vain reaction
Blue veins boil blood distractions
Hearts are refrained from action
Our petty pulses pump us into our factions

And the sin drips from
Our red hands so
These fists clench slow

Been choking on the air
Trying to find some room the breath
I′m sick of suffocating now
Let's find some levity
And, yeah, you fed me your material
I fed you all of mine
Maybe this time
We′ll meet on the line
We'll meet on the line

You say you′re not the same way
I say you've got the wrong way
We deserve the right to be strange
′Caus strangers are all we're meant to be anyway

We could laugh about this in time
With our friends who sing our rhymes
As we see everything through our own eyes


I've been choking on the air
Trying to find some room the breath
I′m sick of suffocating now
Let′s find some levity
I read through your materials
They were fine
Did you read through all of mine?
Maybe we'll meet on the line
We′ll meet on the line

Been soaking in the air
Finally found some room to be
Got sick of suffocating
Finally found some levity
And, yeah, you fed me your materials
They were fine
And I fed you all of mine
But maybe we lied all this time?