Foul-Mouthed, Well-Spoken

Turn the wheel, to pull the chain
And open up the flood gates
You underestimate what resonates
Beneath the calm refrain
I've worked for years to tamp it down
But I'm losing the venire
Your confidence is gaining ground
Front-lit face in a sneer

Take a hard line, let it box you in
While I can expatiate, in facts over fiction

Pretend to know the reasons why
I don't engage in matters of pride
I sit and wait I bide my time
But there's some shit I just cannot let slide

I'll never say, I'm always right
But I research before I opine
Corporate machines make you repeat
Indoctrinations of anger and spite
So self-assured, you recite
But your arguments are so fucking trite

Take a hard line, let it box you in
While I can expatiate, in fact over fiction

Pretend to know the reasons why
I don't engage in matters of pride
I sit, I wait, I bide my time
But there's some shit I just cannot let slide

You don't know where I've been
You don't know what I've seen
When I looked inside myself
I found something obscene
You don't want it. You don't want it
Don't prove me wrong, don't prove me right
You don't want it. You don't want it