| Mind is a freeze, from me, from you, from shock |
| There is no sanctuary, I want to do you right now |
| Right now, right now, right now |
| Your blank look tells me, you’re not to thrilled at all |
| To stand here face-to-face with me |
| You want to stab me, right now, not tomorrow |
| 'Cause there’s a fine line between me and them, call it a rift |
| 'cause your too chicken shit |
| You and yours want to make a name |
| Pack it up and move on right now |
| Right now, right now, right now |
| I can’t just look you in the eyes without just crying, laughing |
| I saved your |
| Right now, not tomorrow |
| 'Cause there’s a fine line between me and them, call it a |
| I will decide, I will decide |
| There’s pressure, revolving, unloading, depreciated |
| Step on the foot of Excelcier, a net in the womb of the aftermath |
| The problem ahead is that «fine line» that keeps us apart |
| The fence there in the middle, keeps us apart again |