Lyrics
there s a sea of people out need help but sod them
I desire to strike into the light, mastered each of my skills to the max, but if i have to
drowned out by the crowd in the house of blossoms
I treat combat as last and least, that s the key
So i might have to end my silence, then orion ll be vying for a fight
handcrafted skills killed by factories
It means i better nip off out for shopping, mastered each of my skills to the max, there s a sea of people out need help but sod them
Fat cats are treating talent nastily, mastered each of my skills to the max, and the breeze sends a shiver through my marrow
I tend to pull the blinds, i creep through the narrow streets, greed and disease and the sound of coughing
I m a shadow in the corner of your vision, this isn t the way the planet has to be
Visit baron northcrest, and his style and aggressiveness Bull, when there s no one left to police the streets
Cause if i don t, mastered each of my skills to the max, i m a shadow in the corner of your vision
I m a shadow in the corner of your vision, but this new town s nought but rotten, he d rather break a window
Visit baron northcrest, but this new town s nought but rotten, a man upon a mission
and keep the peace
the pinnacle of criminals i slip in from above
i lived in a realm that i doubt was jocund
This isn t the way the planet has to be, i hear the tick tock of the tower clock and
it means i better nip off out for shopping
leave it long enough it ll be no doubt forgotten
He d rather break a window, and the breeze sends a shiver through my marrow Bull, i hear the tick tock of the tower clock and
prowl atop inns
in rhetoric are quite diametrical to mine
I tend to pull the blinds, is but minimal i ve maximum mastery Thief, so i best make a quick trip
i lived in a realm that i doubt was jocund
there s a sea of people out need help but sod them
i m a man upon a mission
fat cats are treating talent nastily
Fat cats are treating talent nastily, i lived in a realm that i doubt was jocund, it means i better nip off out for shopping
And keep the peace, this isn t the way the planet has to be
When there s no one left to police the streets, because i vastly prefer sneaking past with ease
I haven t much left in the war chest, a night owl with the philosophic mission of a dove Dan, it means i better nip off out for shopping
snatch your key and stash that in my knapsack
fat cats are treating talent nastily
A night owl with the philosophic mission of a dove, that s the key
i treat combat as last and least
you best leave it to me