We don't want interference
We don't want competition
But if you come after me with your swords
We're aiming at you with our guns
I thought I put the time and space
Between the rotting flesh
Of the dead I buried long ago
But the digital age seems to have warped your mind
Of what shapes now look like
I'm now six feet apart from your new dwelling,
And you're moving too slowly for me
Inch by inch you'll be soon underground
Who's aiming at me with my gun?
Hit harder
That's the only thing I've got
Six feet apart from your new dwelling
And you're moving too slowly for me
I sure do like your new look
I sure do like your new look
Hit harder