Текст (слова) песни: Atmosphere - The Abusing of the Rib

 
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I wanna follow the footprints across my lover`s stomach 
I wanna call out her name before I plummet 
I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines 
Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring they bad times 
I wanna find this here so-called treasure 
The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends 
Acknowledgin that I`m still just a piece of the sequence 
But seein these different footprints got me needin to show my weekness 
The timeline, the time zones, I cross them with my eyes closed 
Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles 
The weather patterns, how the seasons affect 
the East and the West of each region learned the cycles 
Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked 
Maybe it`s a plus that there`s a path 
If this was some uncharted land I`d have to be a smarter man 
willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest 
and natural resources are unlimited 
exploration only requires some desire and initiative 
take your time and find the right way to climb 
it ain`t safe to play games with natures mind 
 
If I could show you, you would never leave it 
And if I could show you, you would never leave it 
If I could show you, you would never leave it 
And if I could show you, you would never leave it 
If I could show you, you would never leave it 
And if I could show you, you would never leave it 
If I could show you, you would never leave it 
And if I could show you, you would never 
 
I wanna ride a train up my lover`s arm, stop off at the brain 
Then hop out and find out what`s going on 
Cut through trees and ride through rocks 
And synchronise the universal sun down to my watch 
I`ve seen a lot, but not quite as much as her 
The top went of the memory and the imagination blurred 
But I know she`s been put through hell, I can feel it 
And I know she`s touched having this well, tryin to steal it 
It came on and it tought her a song 
It`s strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone 
Now to the break-o-dawn she`s tryin to feel that fix 
And all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lips 
But I ain`t dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away 
Setting obstacles to stop the arrival 
I`m gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue 
From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival 
My recital another tantrum 
because she`s highly excitable swinging wings of red nova 
Happy endings always off to a bad start 
Addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks 
 
And if I could show you, you would never leave it 
{*fades until end*}
 

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