It was you, all those footsteps in the alley. All those handshakes and wire taps. There's not a question to be answered, it's everywhere I look.
Daylight, in the end. Sun will warm the rocks and reptiles below. Daylight comes to dawn and it's all we can know.
It was me, who always believed you, in the hallway, with the safety off. Who slept soundly beside you, as the snipers held their breath above.
I am bound, I am heading ever downward. To the Gulags, to hell on earth. See these eyes, know everything about me. The devil is real, and his wicked eyes will fix on you.