What does it mean, when they say there is a line?
Surely it means, not something to cross.
Well I can't see and I can't see it.
But it feels as though, I'm on every line drawn
If there is only good and evil, with nothing between.
Only Black and white, what kind of world is that?
If I'm on the line between such a thing, what does that mean?
If I'm on the lines, what does it make me?
Well I can't see, and I can't see it
If I'm on the lines, what does it make me?
Is there only black and white? Only crime and law? ( Only good and evil?)
Why can't I answer all these questions, its driving me to the edge
Well I, know I'm on the lines.
And I, feel a bit shaky about it.
Well I, know in my heart its my place.
But I, surely can't believe, how different my hands now seem.
They say, there is a line, surely it means not something to cross.
Well I can't see, and I can't see it.
But it feels as though, I'm on every line drawn.
Every line to every opposing path, it just doesn't feel right.
If they have paths and I have rooms,
Signs to guide them and doors for me. What world am I in?
If I'm different in the world what does that mean?
If I don't care for the answer. What does it make me?
Well I can't see, and I can't see.
If I'm on lines and in rooms what does it make me?
If there's only yin and yang? Only crime and law? Only corruption and purity?
Why can't anybody answer these questions, its driving me to the edge!
Well I, know I'm on the lines.
And I, feel a bit shaky about it.
Well I, know in my heart its my place.
But I, surely can't believe how different my hands seem..
Angels, versus demons, good versus evil. Always a struggle of balance.
On this line I seem, to be half of each. On this line it seems. I am between a war.
But on this line I see, all kinds of people in our world.
Paths and rooms, signs or doors. We're all the same, just different medophors.
On these lines, I feel a bit alone.
But on these lines, I feel the truth.
Its on these lines I'll remain.
I'll be good nor evil, because I don't believe in that.
I'll be what I've always wanted to be, and I'll be what most do not see.
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