No Ground - No Age

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

Does anybody care?

Does anybody care?

Eyes trying in the glare

Does anybody really care?