talkin' 'bout a revolution
or just a change of mind
wind me up and i'll supply those inclined to redefine
i'm something like an organic news wire
rapid fire vigilante on a tantrum
hooked on a random addendum
you should commend them for their ability
to tack on most anybody's uninformed opinion
send in the clowns and they release the hounds
they attack better when we're standing on shakey ground
where it's easier to come unbound
going to pieces like it's some kind of defensive maneuver
you can use to improve on your existence
if i put it to music then i'm like a groovy guru for you to listen to
and maybe gain some enlightenment
while all of the screws keep tightening
living in the same mindframe i'm writing in
that's an invite for the opposing factors
to switch on and get their niche on right now
like a counter-attack in surround sound
hitting you from every angle is how they get down
hitting you from every angle until you sit down
no kings, just counterfeit crowns

i am not the fodder for your frontline
used as an instrument to commit your war crime
i am not your caged in labor
nothing but a number at the end of the saber
i am not your stereotypical
most say i'm closer to a saint than a criminal
i am not a mindless drone
broadcasting news with my microphone
i am the absence of evidence
i am still the esoteric terrorist
i am here to ask questions
i am not seeking blessings

talkin' 'bout a revolution
or just a change of mind
wind me up and i'll supply those inclined
my zeitgeist is that nice
owner of a soul on ice that will deep freeze societies' ills
photographic for examination
outcast with a spying glass in hand
and my optics are locked
symbolically loaded with spare ammunition i provide on the side
third eye squadron scopes the black cauldron
what's bubbling seems troubling
so they approach with caution
but come back often
waiting for the boil and they can't stop watching
missed the messenger that delivered the toxin
reminiscent of Top Gun how he dropped in
chalk it up like Walt White with the ricin
more power in my hands than M. Bison
putting them to use is enticing
me and my DoomsdayDevice stay ready for gameday
be like "WARRIORS, COME OUT TO PLAAAAAAAAAAY!"
they wanna get some
knowing the outcome
the natural, blessing you factual based fiction
as part of the beautiful contradiction
that is recognized as a Chief composition
academic with the triple eye vision

i am not the fodder for your frontline
used as an instrument to commit your war crime
i am not your caged in labor
nothing but a number at the end of the saber
i am not your stereotypical
most say i'm closer to a saint than a criminal
i am not a mindless drone
broadcasting news with my microphone
i am the absence of evidence
i am still the esoteric terrorist
i am here to ask questions
i am not seeking blessings