Amon Tobin - Splinter Cell lyrics

[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 f**ing mouth and empty every gadget in your belt Before you get yourself and your entire coalition k**ed (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 gla** 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 f**ing 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 k**ed 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