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Read Between The Lines
Psychedelic
Read Between The Lines was released on July 17, 2026 by Wynton Existing as a part of the album Read Between The Lines - Single
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Release DateJuly 17, 2026
LabelWynton Existing
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wynton Existing
Wynton Existing
Performer
Wynton Alan Huddle
Wynton Alan Huddle
Lead Vocals
Gavin Gates
Gavin Gates
Drums
Conor Spellane
Conor Spellane
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wynton Alan Huddle
Wynton Alan Huddle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wynton Alan Huddle
Wynton Alan Huddle
Producer
Collin Jordan
Collin Jordan
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy Hayes
Jeremy Hayes
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fahey
Michael Fahey
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

When we meet lions we're caught ripping out their tongues
When we meet killers, man, we shoot 'em with our guns
We know that Hollywood still likes 'em when they're young
This world's an eye for an eye
I let them take what's mine, it's feeling like a crime
We're made to make mistakes, it's murder by design
We can't be saved when we are sinning all the time
And all you listen is can read between the lines
The snake bites off its tongue, the poison makes it strong
I slither in the dark, forgotten by the sun
And when I wrap around you, girl, I hold you tight
But when you fall asleep, I just might take a bite
The world has made me hard, I'm choosing to forget
We drink away the pain, we're putting in a chance
We're tired, I'm finding the light is too blinding
There's too much left to resolve
Just like an animal, I'm learning to evolve
Maybe there's nothingness, it's all black when we die
But I will try my best to keep it up in mind
Yeah
I wanna tell you all a story
Of a young and naive man
Who just wanted to make art with those he once called brothers
Things started going pretty well with him and his brothers
Veins emerged from the darkness like cultists of the night
Those that's caked with the ashes of the past
And at sunrise, scurried like rats
He drank their sweet poison and made some friends
On the wrong side of the tracks
The young man got tied to the rails by those he once called brothers
He moved down to Music City to start anew
To do the only thing he knew how to do
Write the songs and play the guitar
Yeah
It's not about the money, I'm not here to sell my soul
It's not about your sex, your parties, your drugs and rock 'n' roll
The music helps me with my pain with each and every note
I tried to write a love song, but all the words get choked
We can't be saved when we are sinning all the time
And all you listen is can read between the lines
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Hey
Written by: Wynton Alan Huddle
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