Terrorism - Draft Lyrics

This is part of what I've been working on with Liow. The story here is continuing one from another song (the two songs might actually end up being combined for a short film).

Could probably use a little more tweaking, but on the whole I'm pretty happy with how it's sounding so far.

It’s like codeine, cocaine
Nosebleeds and pain pills
Slow weed brain chills
Expose the inane thrills
Blows from the cane
Chained to the train still
I’m just trying to live
Yet they call it terrorism

I’ll use my Dictaphone to spit
Take out the tape
Then I’ll hold it in my fist
While I smack you in the face
It ain’t quite exact
My facts lack some grace
But I’ll sacrifice tact
To impact with such weight

I’ll do a drive by
To avoid being pedestrian:
To never rest again
Employed but not content
Instead I take my words to the streets
Forever questioning:
So how you living friend?
Blood stains the bitchuman

I’ll break my prescription
Perceive with clarity
Visions in the mind
And bro, that’s where the battle be
But if you please
Don’t consider me a casualty
I’d rather die emphatically
Than live automatic

Set fire to the class room
Bask in harsh fumes
Scorch and ruin
The spoon with which you feed ‘em
From text books to ashes
Vexed looks from slackers
Suspect that I’m stressed
My quest: to cook fascists

I’ll read your bibles
Make reticent the preacher
Bleach through the speeches
Impeach the speaker
What of my faith?
Am I another mind slave?
When I reach for the gate
Will I quiver and quake?

I’ll be a sex slave
Escape the nine to five
Grinding daily
Just to avoid the daily grind
I lack the patience
Bondage that’s blatant
Break these fuckers off
Or suffer self-asphyxiation

It’s like codeine, cocaine
Nosebleeds and pain pills
Slow weed brain chills
Expose the inane thrills
Blows from the cane
Chained to the train still
I’m just trying to live
Yet they call it terrorism