Hear you click
An arm that's holds a long sharp knife the anguish of expectations behind this glorious wall. Surround us.
Aware, however this is in front of us, remember those times.
What are you looking at?
What are you saying?
Don't you know, the fuckin' man....little steve.....i stay here, fighting for my neighboors near my neighboors do you know drive like this. I am the only one, now you're done please leave your hope here 'cause.....i am king.
That's a long knife, give you no expectation behind this old wall you'll find me.