(Shakir)
I suppose I feel torn
There seems to be a schism in my community 
Born with a propensity to chase all opportunity 
But pulled in two directions by a basic bent attraction
Characterized by the other side, as a basic self-distraction
A reaction to a turbulent relationship 
I'm trying to explain to you, I can't just go abandon ship
Maybe there's a way to help keep both of you so satisfied
Everyone seems fine with touting emblematic matricide and patricide 
As if they could deny their inner worth
It doesn't really matter if you help your own rebirth
See I would never shed the blood, or take the life on one's eternally perfected state
Unless of course we stop looking externally 

In the spaces in between I could buckle down and work out what I mean
Based on everything I've seen, I can stop the machine
In the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean

Cuz I commit these crimes on the daily, interior
I trusted myself, but saw my motives were ulterior 
You download me through all of this, upload on the smallest miss
It's hard to feel the loving when you promise contradicting bliss 
Now they both sustain themselves, but soon they will diminish
Or one of them will shut me out and let the heartache finish
Which is fair enough so justified, my lies are perfect, bonafied
Manipulation, late causation, selfish dehumanization
It cause a rift inside, a rift that just gets amplified 
By winning here, winning there, acting like I never care
But soon the roads diverge too much to keep my feet on both of them
Soon my words diverge too much to keep my feet on...

All the spaces in between, I could buckle down and work out what I mean
Based on everything I've seen, I can't stop the machine
And in the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean

(Braden)
Spaces in between
What I said and what I mean.
Pick a path to choose
Would you know which to take?
Trying desperately
To have my cake and eat it too,
But come up empty handed 
Hungry, yet again.
Falling to his knees,
plagued by thoughts of what could be,
lament the lack of time 
to devote to it all.
Opportunity
presents itself infrequently
but is it worth the risk?

I gotta admit I feel afraid
of passion in obscurity.
Career advice: I'm not enticed
by normative security,
yet formative maturity
at the cusp of two decisions
yields a breaking point between
an ensured later and provisional fulfillment.
Appointing unbiased hierarchies,
where success is oftentimes defined
in numbers and degrees,
but all the money in the world
would never set your mind at ease
from the turmoil you feel from 
compromising on your dreams. It's got you 
breeding elements of cynicism on the regular,
defining all activities by that which they're not.
Breeding elements of cynicism on the regular,
convinced yourself throughout the years you couldn't be bought.

(Shakir)
In the spaces in between I could buckle down and work out what I mean
Based on everything I've seen, I can slow the machine
And in the spaces in between the world could buckle down and work out what we mean