Your pushing me again
stepping over the line
it seems you just won't get the picture
and I'm half inclined to take this ability of mine
to just burn this image in your brain
you're just not listening to me
its not some convenient retreat
you've got to live your own philosophy
got to fucking practice what you preach
or at least bite your tongue and
swallow your pride and admit
your own hypocrisy.
You claim to stand for independence.
You claim to stand for freedom
and equal rights and privileges.
And it's a noble philosophy, but your
bad-ass attitude is so trendy,
the lines we both drew to coexist
you go about bending and breaking.
Why not live your philosophy?
Why not lead by example?
Fuck these double-standards
and double-thinks, the authority
by dictation and this brainless
`do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do' insanity
and listen to yourself and listen to me.
You're so full of shit that it rushes
out your mouth like a motherfucking waterfall;
explosive diarrhea of the blinded mind.
Can't you flush, please?
The stench, it's killing me.
You're just cocked and loaded and
shooting your mouth off again.
Can't you just bite the bullet for once?
Just bite the bullet -- or eat lead.
Because I've got an arsenal in my mouth,
some days I feel as if I'm a bomb ready to blow
but I know how to go off, I know
when and where to let it all go
and I see the hidden face of my shadow
grinning, cackling wickedly back at me
but I acknowledge him, and I make him
part of my philosophy, aiming towards an
integrated psychology, because this world
has got enough blatant hypocrisy,
like the religions and government systems
we spend every day bitching about, so it's
better to be aware and beat my enemies
to the punch line with a good dose
of self-depreciation, of honesty
than drown in ignorance to the contradictions
in this fragmented mind of me.
I'm not impressed with this.
You've got to know you're better than this.
Your pushing me again, stepping over the line:
it seems you just won't get the picture
and I'm half inclined to take this ability of mine
to just burn this image in your brain
Because I've got an arsenal in my mouth,
some days I feel as if I'm a bomb ready to blow
but I know how to go off, and I'm
about to let it all go and force
the mirror to your face.
stepping over the line
it seems you just won't get the picture
and I'm half inclined to take this ability of mine
to just burn this image in your brain
you're just not listening to me
its not some convenient retreat
you've got to live your own philosophy
got to fucking practice what you preach
or at least bite your tongue and
swallow your pride and admit
your own hypocrisy.
You claim to stand for independence.
You claim to stand for freedom
and equal rights and privileges.
And it's a noble philosophy, but your
bad-ass attitude is so trendy,
the lines we both drew to coexist
you go about bending and breaking.
Why not live your philosophy?
Why not lead by example?
Fuck these double-standards
and double-thinks, the authority
by dictation and this brainless
`do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do' insanity
and listen to yourself and listen to me.
You're so full of shit that it rushes
out your mouth like a motherfucking waterfall;
explosive diarrhea of the blinded mind.
Can't you flush, please?
The stench, it's killing me.
You're just cocked and loaded and
shooting your mouth off again.
Can't you just bite the bullet for once?
Just bite the bullet -- or eat lead.
Because I've got an arsenal in my mouth,
some days I feel as if I'm a bomb ready to blow
but I know how to go off, I know
when and where to let it all go
and I see the hidden face of my shadow
grinning, cackling wickedly back at me
but I acknowledge him, and I make him
part of my philosophy, aiming towards an
integrated psychology, because this world
has got enough blatant hypocrisy,
like the religions and government systems
we spend every day bitching about, so it's
better to be aware and beat my enemies
to the punch line with a good dose
of self-depreciation, of honesty
than drown in ignorance to the contradictions
in this fragmented mind of me.
I'm not impressed with this.
You've got to know you're better than this.
Your pushing me again, stepping over the line:
it seems you just won't get the picture
and I'm half inclined to take this ability of mine
to just burn this image in your brain
Because I've got an arsenal in my mouth,
some days I feel as if I'm a bomb ready to blow
but I know how to go off, and I'm
about to let it all go and force
the mirror to your face.
