instruments of denial

 

I’m here because I’m here      there is no other place     wherever you might find me       that’s where I’m meant to be        I’ve got to believe that, right?      coz it pays to be flexible       in this crazy, fucked up world          I have no axe to grind        no personal beliefs        I’m not shackled by creed or caste      to that extent I’m free

I keep my own councel     trust in my own eyes     I’m not playing silly buggers  here     I adopted the scientific method     of kicking arse and taking names       I’ve crafted instruments of denial      they are hidden in my head     I’m not obliged to speak       coz anything I do say      will likely count against me      if I roll off empty         and there is a judgment day