As the sun sets my blood pumps strong
Replaying the fumbled ill will gone wrong
When you send a boy to do a mans work
You can expect it half done you foolish jerk
you come to me with messes gone wrong
bring a full understanding regarding the scope
A chore and attached costs to even the score
Theres no easy way to reapproach a alarmed Hit
once they've dropped the ball and are nervously expecting it all
Send in the cleaner he is born and bred meaner
No fear no faith only cold reactions serving chilled fate
The meter is paid the deal has been made
You can run and you can hide it will only expose your trembling pride
Ill see you now or ill see you then either way its a means to a end.
Silent and slow
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