Digital Man

I can see in the dark So you're not pulling the wool you little turn coat prick And no one's buying your act so now you're poor So what you say it ain't worth shit Like you've got your ear to the ground and I should throw out my gear cause Im just not in style You're a dead man walking mother fucker and you won't Need a funeral you've been dead for awhile So all your words retract, wish you could take it back And now I'm ready to go from the pan to the fire and my heart has grown cold No use banging my head when my brain is on fire and your game is so old I had a lot to say but it means fuck all and listen after I'm gone I'll shift my state, become something I hate Because I told you before I just have to move on When either way you lose, this is a fucking rouse When now I know you are the... Cynical, digital man part of the machine You're just a pivotal, criminal Cynical, digital man part of the machine You are subliminal, digital... Don't need a label to sit back and do fuck all and then tell me I'm wrong Don't want to listen to someone who can't write a lick let alone a whole song And I don't need your prayers, I need to pull heavy and I'll never back track We need to charge up the guns and then fire away and press on the attack There is no shelter here, so I become the atmosphere Just watch me disappear When I can't think of the words you serenade in melody I wish I'd never heard And my patience has been thinned I not certain I can take it As my head begins to spin As I'm pissing in the wind cause you're a Cynical, digital man part of the machine You're just a pivotal, criminal Cynical, digital man part of the machine You are subliminal, digital Criminal