it's so hard to catch those who are falling
without plunging to the depths of our deaths
still some of us take a deep breath, reaching
in pulling 'em back in again and again
they don't take us serious, finding us
mysterious it's enough to make you cus
out the whole damn planet, here we go again
what wrong with this picture hanging on the wall
make sure it's straight before it get's too late
in the evening time when the clock stops
and the only thing moving is crime
trying to find a high mountain to climb
coz, the hill just won't do, we're trying
to go where's a better view grab the supplies
get out the butterflies in your rumbling stomach
there will be no warning no second chance
to enhance change is now
the thief is coming in the night
there will be no sound , one will be taken
the other will not be found
stay out the spotlight and get underground