The Writer Lyrics

People in the streets
their hands clinched in fists
freedom fighters of the land
fear no bloodshed, feel no pain
they know who are the good and bad
little trolls who say war is peace
contradict the intellect
speak out loud, speak out proud
it is you they want to forget

I am the one they are a mob
i am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know i am, you know i am
i'm the writer, the writer, i'm the writer
Some like to march, and some like to preach
some like to grind it in your brain
some speak with guns, and some through their teeth
but i've got the paper and pen
thoughts in ink, i dwell on my pad
won't you read my point of view
if you don't buy it, go to the riot
but i'll stay safe at what i do
I am the one they are a mob
i am an independent soul
they are a group of cold-blooded lives
you know i am, you know i am
i'm the writer, the writer, i'm the writer

The writer is coming for you
the writer is gonna get you
write...write...writer