Scientific Uppercut - The Gambler Lyrics

I can see through this, I can get through this pressure
Broken and parked on the shoulder of the world, battered, surely bruised and broken
Pushed down by the life I’ve lead only up to this point
Using a slippery smile hiding a silver tongue, I’ve trapped myself into this path well worn
Pushed past the brush and into the field, finding myself in this seasons spot light
I’ve crossed the line and spit no truths, now my sweet sugars are catching up to me
Hear shots fired and they ring out, building under pressure they leave new doubt
Trapped beneath the troubles I made, running through the fields of no grace
So I’ve come to a time where I’ll make a choice
Where whispers I keep will now have a voice
I’m not this money, and I’m not this job
I’ll leave them behind, so I can write my new life
I can see through this, I will get through this pressure
Dancing with these devils ménage à trois
Violence is me listening to nothing at all
Buying in and buying again, cutting off each person
Pushing the distance to get past the limits
Outside this box to write about the life I lost
The simple solution of my absolution is control of my position I contain in society
Crush myself into a thousand pieces till nothing’s left to find an identity
Going out in a flame of glory to tell a story of a man left wanting nothing
But the synergy of his entity clamoring to his need to fucking say something
So I’ve come to a time where I’ll make a choice
Where whispers I keep will now have a voice
I’m not this money, and I’m not this job
I’ll leave them behind, so I can write my new life
I want my freedom
My f**k you freedom
I can see through this, I will get past this pressure

I can see through this, I can get through this pressure
Broken and parked on the shoulder of the world, battered, surely bruised and broken
Pushed down by the life I’ve lead only up to this point
Using a slippery smile hiding a silver tongue, I’ve trapped myself into this path well worn
Pushed past the brush and into the field, finding myself in this seasons spot light
I’ve crossed the line and spit no truths, now my sweet sugars are catching up to me
Hear shots fired and they ring out, building under pressure they leave new doubt
Trapped beneath the troubles I made, running through the fields of no grace
So I’ve come to a time where I’ll make a choice
Where whispers I keep will now have a voice
I’m not this money, and I’m not this job
I’ll leave them behind, so I can write my new life
I can see through this, I will get through this pressure
Dancing with these devils ménage à trois
Violence is me listening to nothing at all
Buying in and buying again, cutting off each person
Pushing the distance to get past the limits
Outside this box to write about the life I lost
The simple solution of my absolution is control of my position I contain in society
Crush myself into a thousand pieces till nothing’s left to find an identity
Going out in a flame of glory to tell a story of a man left wanting nothing
But the synergy of his entity clamoring to his need to fucking say something
So I’ve come to a time where I’ll make a choice
Where whispers I keep will now have a voice
I’m not this money, and I’m not this job
I’ll leave them behind, so I can write my new life
I want my freedom
My f**k you freedom
I can see through this, I will get past this pressure