Thin Lines

Rollin down a hillside, I've tried to pick a side but I can't decide, it's like I have to abide with the pride of one, so I need a guide to help me hide from what's applied. Collide just once, sittin with a dunce hat throwin food to the rat that sits in the corner hiding with that wooden trap. Put your hands together chap, take off the death cap, stop starin at the map that leads you to the big gap in the center of the universe. Disperse what's rehearsed, caught in a curse, I yearn to traverse but everything just keeps gettin worse. Listen to the vibes that the music describes, taken from the roots of the cherokee tribes. Nobody knows why the moon glows, forget it and get on your toes as your body flows to the cool blows from the zephyr that the weather chose. Instead of bein hunted, let your mind be confronted by what has become stunted. It's a matter of fact that every act committed by those who contract are attacked by an impact that makes humans react. So prepare your stance to advance into a trance that will enhance this romance...