paranoid perception- stabbing sheets in the dark
I like to laugh at my endeavors, far too clever to narc
but if you spark a conversation just be patient, at heart
my words are hollow, if you follow find the route to the art
I'm not a Zionist , supplying Israel with the weapons
I'm on lockdown in Gitmo Bay, screaming and crying for seconds
you hesitated 'fore you spoke to me, you're choking, mouth is open
cut your throat is what you're hoping, B, closed casket's what your folks'll see
I'm roped in like an addict, scream my name through the static
know I'm neurotic, but I've spotted all the bats in the attic
so let's have it and I'm attracted to pleasure, the pain
a reign of terror, it's a swear word just to utter my name
nothing to gain, I got the feeling I'm just spinning my wheels
so why not run some people over just to see how it feels
to taste the blood of innocent, politicians accosted
when they claim their innocence, it's plain to see that they've lost it

a bitter insight into fighting alone
the perseverance and adherence to a creed that you own
can't feel the pain of the blows, the ones that fracture the bone
get right back up, no matter what and turn that soul into stone
now you know
a bitter insight into fighting alone
the disappearance of the family and friends that you'd known
don't see the selfless plight or all the sins you atone
the only hope that you can leave a little blood on the throne

I take it back, I wasn't meant for this mission
I'll take a dagger to the eyes for the demise of a vision
I pissed religion and admission, capital elitism
too late to crawl into the shell, like social un-circumcision
perdition is personified, persisting past pessimism
projecting prominent depictions peril-plagued premonition
if I was given a decision, I might chose passivism
but it's unlikely, I'd drop heights into predestined divisions
I'm living day to day, I bear the cross of conscience and greed
the id and superego battling to tackle the need
if I take heed of the occasion then I'll scour for salaries
no longer part of the persuasion that would scowl at formalities
in reality (moot point) no topic there to consider
the happiness that I once felt is now dealt cold as the winter
and you might snicker and laugh, act crass and try to convey
your own belligerence, but ignorance won't get me to sway


rational thought, a victim taught to play the part
despite a grin, the fix was in for me to crack from the start
starting up the transmission, gritting my teeth as I'm twisting
you don't agree with my position, you won't shut up and listen
they're listening to me right now, their altruistic affliction
salivating ambition, wishing just to bring my submission
suspicion gets me no further than an exposed exhibition
asking questions is like requesting guests of my opposition
permission to molest myself, I might detest me as well
but you won't have my full accordance 'til we're freezing in hell
so just dispel disinformation you've derived from my diction
abstraction adds an addition to my advanced ammunition
and friction flowing through frenetically, like frequent transmissions
will have me ransoming myself- response to my requisition
to persist in impudence, cuff the slit wrist acquisition
(here's to the throne) I'll throw the first stone at my own crucifixion

Lyrics submitted by dirtySeal

Shadow Boxing song meanings
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