your talking tall we get it im walking tall you can feel it up in your palace taking down your ceilings remodeling it just like i built it your chalking all we get it im solving all your mysteries you would have gotten away with it but i got the scent acting like some meddling kids benevolent being not be any violent being i give you the asylum treatment leave you blinded and denying i ever existed yet im still teaching and preaching yea im the reaper the feature in your nightmares i thrive off your fear tempting and bending you at will not the smartest simply the farthest im havesting legs arms i got the sharpest knife shredding up your life crushing bones to fasten bricks to make me throne to set in whats left of your home your talking tall we get it im walking tall you can feel it up in your palace taking down your ceilings Remodeling it like i built it blood bleeding and repainting the smell of iron as it glides to the fire screams in the distance sound like a choir it did not require this madness to set on your atlas