Cut It In 1/2

Cut my skull in half so that my brain can see the light,

I want my mind to be open to everything that's bright,

So I write, with every single bit of might,

Cause I'm afraid of losing the passion to go and fight,

The people who say they would take a bullet for you,

Often have their finger on the trigger always pointed at you,

It's a trick, but one day I will relay you a message,

That makes your cranium enable every single precious,

Synapse and neuron this syntax that your on,

Has it's tax on morons who relax and throw on,

Pseudo-scientific images upon their TV,

Turning every brain cell into salad with zucchini,

I'm not elitist I'm just an idealist who speaks to be free it's,

The speech of a fetus who weeps for the speechless,

Yeah that's right speechless,

Reading these lyrics and speaking it seamless.