Brick on your head. From the top of the ceiling. Urban sniper, urban killer. Won't be finished. Until you're dead. Urban sniper, urban killer. . Brick out the window, top of the head.
It's a one-horse town. One big desert. The asphalt waste. Asphalt jungle. . Beyond the threshold, beyond the threshold. . Change for the worse. Change nonetheless.
I can walk the bed of nails. I'm not the only one. But some, they cannot walk the jagged line. Callous, concentrating. For nails are sharp as lies. I run the jagged line.