Atmosphere — The Snare

[Intro: Slug singing] Innocence One of the things we had Until the flag got through it The snare doesn't work no more The snare doesn't think like me I wish that I could shake it free Then smile and pick your teeth The snare doesn't work no more The snare don't breathe like life Can't see how you rest at night The snare don't care, it hides The snare doesn't work no more [Verse 1: Slug] I've got a picture in my head of what you look like when you're sleepin' The skin sinks into the instincts of a demon Can't believe the words exist with your breathin' The evil-eyed eagle flies high into the evenin' Every season has a reason And every allegiance was inspired by some type of a treason You can keep your secrets, nobody needs 'em Convinced everything'll get better after you leave him Skip the proper impeachment, not enough to call the bluff Of the cotton thief rotten top feeder got a fever Caught him stealin' from his own father Caught the globe fucker off with his mother, no don't bother Got a better plot, a lot more dignified A little more historic, a lot less truth to hide Do it right set a precedent Be the first one to ride into the sunset, successful suicide [Hook: Slug] The snare doesn't work no more The snare doesn't see my side Or the people you leave behind Or into the fear of the crowd The snare doesn't work no more [Verse 2: Slug] Didn't think that you would, give a little of a damn About the interest of the man, woman, child Look at now with your crooked smile Put it into the perspective of a skeptic Well versed at hittin hell head first (boom!) All you wanted was all of it, callin' in from the office Unaware and lost of where the watchtower sits Power fits in your wallet, too much for the mountain of big guns Death count, it's got you all surrounded now Dubya dubya dubya dot six six six dot net Fuck ya fuck ya fuck ya lots of kiss kiss kiss got wet (splash!) Break the body, set fire, no loss Make the dollar holler, how much will your soul cost? When you die, are you gonna be surprised? Will you see it coming? Will it be your summons? When you face the judgement of death Reinterpretation is all that's left, now hold your breath and [Hook: Slug] Close your eyes Prop up your disguise Reap their loving eyes The snare doesn't work no more The snare doesn't trust your words Laughing at what we've heard Stab and then cut the nerves The snare doesn't work no more The snare doesn't do us just It marked my ignorance The snare assembled us The snare doesn't work no more [Outro: Sage Francis] So I'm just trying to figure out, like if you're down with the party? What's up with the pants? You ever seen shoes? They're almost like spaghetti except they're funny and not French Sorry to call you so late, uh, Sage... Francis...Fuckin' nerd rapper..