Atmosphere - The Snare lyrics

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

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

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

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 sit's
Power fit's 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

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

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 francisfuckin' nerd rapper