The Natural Profane - Splinter Cell [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Chorus]

I’m that type of cat who knows exactly how to tip the scale
And use that lack of light to his advantage like a splinter cell
Shut your fucking mouth and empty every gadget in your belt
Before you get yourself and your entire coalition killed
(x2)

[Verse one]

Okay
I stopped, parked
Took a look around and turned the car off
In the dark lot of an abandoned auto parts shop
Started to walk toward the designated drop spot
Where my equipment was waiting for me in a large box
Unlocked the compartment and swore as I heard a dog bark
Both eyes darting back and forth
Watching for cops
As I put my goggles on, ready to launch
We’re in business
Started to walk toward the compound off in the distance

[Chorus]

So let me give my condolences to the daily departed
And say I’m sorry
Noncombatants I’ve mistaken as targets
Spot a guard and put my pistol to his temple
And (gunshot)
...shattered it like a glass crystal
It’s that simple
I’m that vengeful
Don’t resist, it’ll get you buried
Just another name in the Dallas obituaries
Interrogate four friendlies and leave poor Benjie
On the floor trembling with no sign of a forced entry
Why should I give a damn what the cops are gonna find
I’ve never left so much as a hair follicle behind
I’m insidious
My city is filled with such violent idiots
It’s time to show them just how fragile the body really is
(Catch commercial flights aboard that fuselage and fucking wait
Suffocate the others just to see how much their lungs can take)
Bleeding steadily
Screaming frantically, manically
Dismantling your entire battery singlehandedly
‘cause…

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Splinter cell
Splinter cell
Splinter cell
Splinter cell
(x2)

[Verse three]

Oh you see me alright
Either on your TV at night
Or in person when I rock your world just like a meteorite
I’m everything you’ve ever seen on the six o’clock news
From the husband who killed his wife to the kid in the Scream costume
The red switch that detonated the bomb
The bully that made Eric Harris feel so hated upon
I take them on
Every dark, twisted persona plays a part
When I get up on this mic and create a song
I’m that type of cat who knows exactly how to tip the scale
And use that lack of light to his advantage like a splinter cell
Shoot the light bulb in your kitchen out
Now it’s just a game of cat and mouse
I’m that type of cat who knows exactly how to tip the scale
And use that lack of light to his advantage like a splinter cell
I don’t walk around with a pistol out
But I know how to use a pencil well