I Write With A Scalpel Lyrics

(Denver calling, come in please, Denver to Chris)
(What's you 20, Chris?)
(Hell)
(10-4)

Hung-over last life, sober in this one
Never had a weapon, cause I spit words with this gun
I got diagnosed with frustration cause I lost my patience
Had dreams of being commercial but they locked me in the basement
Saw the light at the top of the stairs so I climbed
Saw a tombstone in a graveyard and the name said time
Like Pac said my only fear is reincarnation
So I guess I gotta forgive the masons and the rapists
That's why I write with a scalpel and I speak with a megaphone
This universe is fake, it's full of hate it ain't my home
This is for those who talk a lot and listen little
If no man is an island than I'm the finger in the middle
Cause our neighborhoods are cemeteries and our homes are coffins
And with their money and their taxes they're holding us hostage
They say where's your patriotism, I guess I lost it
Right after I turned on the news and all of it's gossip
They tried to wash my brain with tap water that's toxic
And if it acts like a pig then I'm a call it sausage
Cause secrecy is the beginning of tyranny
And war crimes is the definition of irony
And if you can't hear me cause your high then let me speak low
And if you think I talk too fast then let me speak slow
Cause I'll be doing this for a while Until I say f*ck the world like Oscar Wilde

You gotta speak fast or they won't hear you
You gotta fight back or they won't fear you
That's why I'm p-a-r-a no id, I'm p-a-r-a no id
And after they get you they're gonna get me [x2]
And after they get you they're gonna get me

I wake up in the pm and I steep me some tea
I take a look in the mirror to see if it's really me
Vampire reflection I don't see nothing in the mirror
I got unconscious guilt that's why my vision isn't clear
I got demons in my past and angels in my now
I see god in my future with a smile like wow
The roaches all left, they went down south
And my typewriter lost it's teeth and it's mouth
Paranoia left with a peace and a good bye
And I'd probably go to Saturn if I really could fly
I saw the truth on my fork and left the food on my plate
You could call it instinct or you could call it faith
Either way I'm not a sheep cause I'm wide awake
That's why people bump my shit cause they all relate
That's why people bump my shit cause they all relate
Naked dinner, the opposite of FAKE!

You gotta speak fast or they won't hear you
You gotta fight back or they won't fear you
That's why I'm p-a-r-a no id, I'm p-a-r-a no id
And after they get you they're gonna get me [x2]
And after they get you they're gonna get me

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