Everyone Hates Everyone

Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock There is no sanctuary, i want to do you...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