Hypnotic Clambake - The Philosopher lyrics

When the pathological liar lies He's not really lying When the hypochondriac dies he's really dead The jam goes on the paper the bu*ter on the bread Brain cells are teased gray matter appeased When you eat steak, it's a wake for a cow Sizzlin' bacon's one for a sow The Philosopher rides on the back of his a** Bleeding the rich Intriguing the lower cla** Though nobody gets the message They take the pa**age out of the void And into the hypnotic niche His magic words enter your head With the force of lead Soft flesh tears like bread Making Socrates look brain dead So open your mind, like you have a choice Feel your cortex rejoice His words food for thought Your soul, sold and bought Hypnotic verbiage in collusion with a Psychopathic misfit's thoughts, You live in a cocoon, break out, take flight!