No Age
No Ground
Who do you think you are?
Trying so hard
To make that stitch
But it's not made that way

Who do you think you are?
Your life's set in stone
No room for adjustment
No room for growth

Moss on a stone
Your cover's blown

Who do you think I am?
I don't care what you say
I don't work for you
You have no clue

Of my goals or aspirations

Who do you think I am?
I'm not a corporate man
No need to make amends
Closer to the fence

I am the patient spider in your web
The sniper with my sight set on you since