Everyone hates everyone de Superjoint Ritual

Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock
there is no sanctuary, you want to do 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 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
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