Revolver

I got eight chambers (chambers) in my head,

They’re all neighbours in my head

Though can’t see them through infrared,

Only believe me they’re there,

I got eight chambers (chambers) in my head.

 

A shroud of darkness clings to me like film,

Like I go in with empty cartridges, defenseless,

Cold malice from the poisoned chalice leaves me senseless,

Déjà vu if Macbeth’s apprentice hailed from Nazareth,

But here ‘live’ seems to have fallen into the abyss,

Knows only death’s miasma, living gamma rays,

Pray for Banner - his brain to solve this before I dissolve,

Wouldn’t mind if I evolve into Hulk, bulk up ‘gainst backstabs,

Brute force through traps in this murky journey,

Treachery and deceit, uncouth of me.

 

But as if another chamber opened,

The walls shake, my mind forsake me, like I stepped on a rattlesnake,

Overtake the pain in my veins, rather chambers of opaque

Than non-opaque phenomena causing headaches,

Released the beast, Hulk Smash - now overpleased,

An increased heartbeat, a skin of concrete,

Internal reflections fear the beast,

But now this is the creature, not me in control:

Smashing through patrols, I be holding the console controlling my alternate self,

Like I'm a deceiver-cleaver-preacher-screecher-creature with double features. Fuck myself.

 

I got eight chambers (chambers) in my head,

They’re all neighbours in my head

Though can’t see them through infrared,

Only believe me they’re there,

I got eight chambers (chambers) in my head.

 

Then the third door opens and the heat's extinguished,

The creature's defeat, finally finished,

No more challenging my baseline.

I see a thousand gridlines, uniformly designed,

I'm an architect, outlined in retrospect,

Perhaps a sad aftereffect, an indirect,

Pantomime, an unfinished project,

Crying for help, though really calculating,

Plying for hire, try to be captivating,

Can't stop simulating situations - just an architect.

 

Knock it off. Break the glass. Come speed down the bypass.

Let them see, let them come just to get outclassed.

Disagree? - Come right here, and I'll show you my degree

That lets me decree the rewrite of the script, don't worry,

Just the nondescript subscript's enough to outstrip you

While you're still conscripting from the rappers' crypt,

Wanna compare notes? Sorry, the curtains closed.

Only four rooms disclosed, the rest stays undisclosed,

Chamber 4's king; don't burden yourself, be composed,

As I play with your heartstring like a fucking bow.

 

Why still oppose the unopposed? You're 'ready exposed.