[Lyric] The Snare (Atmosphere)

[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..