Atmosphere Abusing of the Rib

I want to follow the footprints across my lover's stomach
I wanna call out a name before i plummet
Wish i had a map of this terrain so i could step around the landmines
Avoid the beasts under the bed that breath their bad times
I want to find these here so-called treasures
the pleasures, trinkets, the never ending weekends
acknowledging yet, i'm still just a piece of this sequence
but seeing these different footprints got me needing to show my weakness
the timelines, time zones, i cross them with my eyes closed
memorize the landmarks and learn the cycles
the weather patterns, how the seasons affect
the east and the west of each region, learn the cycles
forget about the fact, many trails have been tracked
maybe it's a plus that there's a path
if this was some uncharted land i'd have to be a smarter man
willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
the natural resources are unlimited
exploration only requires some desire and initiative
take your time, find the right way to climb
it ain't safe to play games with my nature's mind

if i could show you
you would never leave it

i wanna ride a train, up my lover's arm
stop off at the brain, hop out and find out what's going on
cut through trees and right through rocks
and synchronize the universal sundial to my watch
i've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her
to top it off the memory and the imagination blur
but, i know she's been put through hell, i can feel it
and i know she's touched heaven as well, trying to steal it
it came on and taught her a song and strung her along
and caught her when her guard was gone
now to the break of dawn, she's trying to feel that fix
and all her family and friends are trying to seal them lips
but i ain't dumb, i can hear that train come from miles away
i'm setting obstacles to stop its arrival
i wanna blow up that iron and wood road
from what i understood those be the orafice of its survival
my recital, yet another tantrum
because she's highly excitable always swing moods at random
no happy ending always off to a bad start
addictive, voyeuristic to the trackmarks