作曲 : Superjoint Ritual
Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock 
There is no sanctuary, you want to do this...right now 
Your blank look tells me, you're not to thrilled at all 
To stand here face-to-face with me 
You want to stab at me, right now, not tomorrow '
Cause there's a fine line between me and them 
Call it a rift 
I can't just look you in the eye without just crying/laughing 
I speak with death-threat tone... you and yours want to make a name 
Pack it up and move on right now, no tomorrow '
Cause there's a fine line between me and them 
Call it a... 
I will decide 
There's pressure, revolving, absorbing, unloading, depreciated 
Step on the foot of 
Excelcier, a net in the womb of the aftermath 
The problem ahead is that "fine line" that keeps us apart 
A fence there in the middle/keeps us apart again