It starts as breathing, ripping out swords just to sheath 'em, too fast for any second of defense. I believe this, decoded motions what I predict. It's like I walk on water with any ink pen. So much skill they think that I have three wrists, interlapped meanings you'd need three necks. Just to reiterate it over cheap desks, gaps in your material the only time you've ever seen depth. This is how I scream lead, decapitate any lane that I'm beheading. The sound of death, just another deep melody.