Atmosphere - Abusing Of The Rib Lyrics
[Slug]I wanna follow the footprints across my lovers stomachi wanna call out her name before i plum iti wish i had a map of the terrain so i could step around the landminesavoid the beasts under the bed that read they bedtimesi wanna find these here socalled treasuresthe pleasures the trinkets the never ending weekendsacknowladging that i'm still just a piece of the sequensebut seeing this different footprints got me needin to show my weeknesstime lies the time zonesi cross them with my eyes closedmemorise the landmarks and learn the cyclesthe weather patterns how the seasons effectthe east and the west of each region learning cylcesforget about the fact thatmany trails have been trackedmaybe it's a plus that theres a pathif this was some uncharted land i'd have to be a smarter manwilling to travel the farthest to unravel the harvestand natural resources are unlimitedexploration only requires some desire and initiativetake your time and find the right way to climbit ain't safe to play games with natures mindif i could show you, you would never leave itand if i could show you, you would never leave itif i could show you, you would never leave itand if i could show you, you would never leave itif i could show you, you would never leave itand if i could show you, you would never leave itif i could show you, you would never leave itand if i could show you, you would neveri wanna ride a train up my lovers armstop of at the brainthen hop out and find out what's going oncut thru trees and ride thru rocksand synchronise the universal sun down to my watchi've seen a lotbut not quite as much as herthe top went of the memory and the imagination blurredbut i know she's been put thru helli can feel itand i know she's touched having this welltrying to steal itit came on and it tought her a songit's strung her along and it caught her when the god was gonenow to the break-o-dawn she's tryin to feel that fixand all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lipsbut i ain't dumbi can hear that train come from miles awaysetting obstacles to stop the arrivali'm gonna blow up that iron in wood roguefrom what i understood those be the aura fit's of his survivalmy recidal another tantrumbecause she's highly excitable swinging wings of red novahappy endings always of to a bad startaddictive voyeuristic to the trackmarksand if i could show you, you would never leave it (fade till end)
