The Apex
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β±οΈ 4:44 duration
π ID: 8044588
π Lyrics
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
The balance of power
Is a delicate thing
But cometh the hour
Cometh the king
Here at the summit
The pendulum swings
'Cause like any puppet
The world's on a string
Invisible glove with the globe on a thread
Just one man can cut it, can plummet the web
It is said on the back of the eyes of the dead
Is a terror in black with a tie burning red
With the blood that was spilled in a chilling whodunnit
Your cupboards are filled, there's no pinning the culprit
Assassins just pale when he's kicking the buckets
Of madmen and magnates, the sick and corrupted
There's a shape within the shadows, there's a chill up in the air
No, your status doesn't matter, empty will or billionaire
In a palace or a manor, manned with killers at your care
If you're pencilled in his planner, chance is he's already there
Perhaps that new butler who walked past your henchmen?
And brandished that tumbler of port no one questioned?
So hand in your number, report in to heaven
Those passes when punched, well, they're all 47
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
Listen, thanks for all the warnings
My security's been beefed up several times since nine this morning
Checkpoints at every corner, lasers in ventilations
I've got bodyguards for bodyguards, no way he'll penetrate
When every unit on my team's supreme, completely redeemed in worthiness
Which means I'm impervious to the schemes of mercenary services
My servants are subservient, don't move unless I say so
Can't refuse my influence, half your crew is on my payroll
47 better lay low or he might get 86'd
Let's put a bounty oh his head, that crass assassin makes me sick
If his barcode doesn't scan, we just need to price check him
Blood spilling on my designer tiles, "Clean-up on aisle seven"
Look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
I'm, like, a thousand floors up, they'll never find me, wait
Is that a person lurking in the curtains? No, it's gotta be the bourbon
'Cause I'm certain my observers would've heard him
That would've been quite the feat for him to sneak past
Oh, my God, it is him, I need to think fast
Guards! Someone stop this vigilante!
Please, I have a family! Is this the end? No, it can'tβ
Your plan was clandestinely running the show
But your clan is destined for coming to blows
With the man who's the best in expunging his foes
While casually dressed in their underlings' clothes
Security forces may find that it's naptime
Scored by the faint lullaby of your flatline
Falling away as you find that you can't fly
Or simply bake you a pie with a landmine
It's the ominous addition that was hidden in your condiments
Topping you for thinking that you're living without consequence
Grip around the populace while sitting in your opulence
You built your own sarcophagus, now that's what I call providence
So 'til your hour chimes you hide inside your ivory monuments
Build your tower too high, don't be surprised when there's no oxygen
Where that power lies, yes, there's a price behind predominance
And 47's on the tag you'll find upon your shopping list
I see a crack in the hourglass
I see a line in the sand
I see a world that will outlast
All of your plans, when you fall to the hands of theβ
I see a tide that is shifting
I see a hole in the ark
I see a curtain is lifting
Picking off targets, now ripped off their masks by theβ
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
The balance of power
Is a delicate thing
But cometh the hour
Cometh the king
Here at the summit
The pendulum swings
'Cause like any puppet
The world's on a string
Invisible glove with the globe on a thread
Just one man can cut it, can plummet the web
It is said on the back of the eyes of the dead
Is a terror in black with a tie burning red
With the blood that was spilled in a chilling whodunnit
Your cupboards are filled, there's no pinning the culprit
Assassins just pale when he's kicking the buckets
Of madmen and magnates, the sick and corrupted
There's a shape within the shadows, there's a chill up in the air
No, your status doesn't matter, empty will or billionaire
In a palace or a manor, manned with killers at your care
If you're pencilled in his planner, chance is he's already there
Perhaps that new butler who walked past your henchmen?
And brandished that tumbler of port no one questioned?
So hand in your number, report in to heaven
Those passes when punched, well, they're all 47
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
Listen, thanks for all the warnings
My security's been beefed up several times since nine this morning
Checkpoints at every corner, lasers in ventilations
I've got bodyguards for bodyguards, no way he'll penetrate
When every unit on my team's supreme, completely redeemed in worthiness
Which means I'm impervious to the schemes of mercenary services
My servants are subservient, don't move unless I say so
Can't refuse my influence, half your crew is on my payroll
47 better lay low or he might get 86'd
Let's put a bounty oh his head, that crass assassin makes me sick
If his barcode doesn't scan, we just need to price check him
Blood spilling on my designer tiles, "Clean-up on aisle seven"
Look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
I'm, like, a thousand floors up, they'll never find me, wait
Is that a person lurking in the curtains? No, it's gotta be the bourbon
'Cause I'm certain my observers would've heard him
That would've been quite the feat for him to sneak past
Oh, my God, it is him, I need to think fast
Guards! Someone stop this vigilante!
Please, I have a family! Is this the end? No, it can'tβ
Your plan was clandestinely running the show
But your clan is destined for coming to blows
With the man who's the best in expunging his foes
While casually dressed in their underlings' clothes
Security forces may find that it's naptime
Scored by the faint lullaby of your flatline
Falling away as you find that you can't fly
Or simply bake you a pie with a landmine
It's the ominous addition that was hidden in your condiments
Topping you for thinking that you're living without consequence
Grip around the populace while sitting in your opulence
You built your own sarcophagus, now that's what I call providence
So 'til your hour chimes you hide inside your ivory monuments
Build your tower too high, don't be surprised when there's no oxygen
Where that power lies, yes, there's a price behind predominance
And 47's on the tag you'll find upon your shopping list
I see a crack in the hourglass
I see a line in the sand
I see a world that will outlast
All of your plans, when you fall to the hands of theβ
I see a tide that is shifting
I see a hole in the ark
I see a curtain is lifting
Picking off targets, now ripped off their masks by theβ
I see a figure in the corner
I see a shadow on the wall
I see a new world order
Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
I see a close of an empire
I see a new architect
I see a fuse to be set fire
Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.92] I see a figure in the corner
[00:24.60] I see a shadow on the wall
[00:27.16] I see a new world order
[00:30.03] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[00:32.82] I see a close of an empire
[00:35.44] I see a new architect
[00:38.09] I see a fuse to be set fire
[00:40.94] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[00:45.08] The balance of power
[00:47.24] Is a delicate thing
[00:50.34] But cometh the hour
[00:53.20] Cometh the king
[00:55.79] Here at the summit
[00:58.36] The pendulum swings
[01:00.94] 'Cause like any puppet
[01:03.82] The world's on a string
[01:05.24] Invisible glove with the globe on a thread
[01:07.77] Just one man can cut it, can plummet the web
[01:10.36] It is said on the back of the eyes of the dead
[01:13.25] Is a terror in black with a tie burning red
[01:16.00] With the blood that was spilled in a chilling whodunnit
[01:18.96] Your cupboards are filled, there's no pinning the culprit
[01:21.70] Assassins just pale when he's kicking the buckets
[01:24.39] Of madmen and magnates, the sick and corrupted
[01:26.97] There's a shape within the shadows, there's a chill up in the air
[01:29.29] No, your status doesn't matter, empty will or billionaire
[01:32.37] In a palace or a manor, manned with killers at your care
[01:35.22] If you're pencilled in his planner, chance is he's already there
[01:37.82] Perhaps that new butler who walked past your henchmen?
[01:40.67] And brandished that tumbler of port no one questioned?
[01:43.27] So hand in your number, report in to heaven
[01:46.05] Those passes when punched, well, they're all 47
[01:48.96] I see a figure in the corner
[01:51.72] I see a shadow on the wall
[01:54.36] I see a new world order
[01:57.29] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[02:00.07] I see a close of an empire
[02:02.75] I see a new architect
[02:05.34] I see a fuse to be set fire
[02:08.15] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[02:11.80] Listen, thanks for all the warnings
[02:13.49] My security's been beefed up several times since nine this morning
[02:16.04] Checkpoints at every corner, lasers in ventilations
[02:18.70] I've got bodyguards for bodyguards, no way he'll penetrate
[02:21.13] When every unit on my team's supreme, completely redeemed in worthiness
[02:24.28] Which means I'm impervious to the schemes of mercenary services
[02:26.91] My servants are subservient, don't move unless I say so
[02:29.76] Can't refuse my influence, half your crew is on my payroll
[02:32.56] 47 better lay low or he might get 86'd
[02:34.97] Let's put a bounty oh his head, that crass assassin makes me sick
[02:37.82] If his barcode doesn't scan, we just need to price check him
[02:40.35] Blood spilling on my designer tiles, "Clean-up on aisle seven"
[02:43.44] Look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
[02:45.82] I'm, like, a thousand floors up, they'll never find me, wait
[02:48.95] Is that a person lurking in the curtains? No, it's gotta be the bourbon
[02:52.00] 'Cause I'm certain my observers would've heard him
[02:54.10] That would've been quite the feat for him to sneak past
[02:56.92] Oh, my God, it is him, I need to think fast
[02:59.52] Guards! Someone stop this vigilante!
[03:01.84] Please, I have a family! Is this the end? No, it can'tβ
[03:05.29] Your plan was clandestinely running the show
[03:07.88] But your clan is destined for coming to blows
[03:10.47] With the man who's the best in expunging his foes
[03:13.25] While casually dressed in their underlings' clothes
[03:16.10] Security forces may find that it's naptime
[03:18.94] Scored by the faint lullaby of your flatline
[03:21.74] Falling away as you find that you can't fly
[03:24.66] Or simply bake you a pie with a landmine
[03:27.29] It's the ominous addition that was hidden in your condiments
[03:29.89] Topping you for thinking that you're living without consequence
[03:32.61] Grip around the populace while sitting in your opulence
[03:35.30] You built your own sarcophagus, now that's what I call providence
[03:38.06] So 'til your hour chimes you hide inside your ivory monuments
[03:40.95] Build your tower too high, don't be surprised when there's no oxygen
[03:43.59] Where that power lies, yes, there's a price behind predominance
[03:46.09] And 47's on the tag you'll find upon your shopping list
[03:48.94] I see a crack in the hourglass
[03:51.80] I see a line in the sand
[03:54.47] I see a world that will outlast
[03:57.29] All of your plans, when you fall to the hands of theβ
[03:59.87] I see a tide that is shifting
[04:02.69] I see a hole in the ark
[04:05.24] I see a curtain is lifting
[04:08.11] Picking off targets, now ripped off their masks by theβ
[04:10.91] I see a figure in the corner
[04:13.59] I see a shadow on the wall
[04:16.12] I see a new world order
[04:18.93] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[04:21.51] I see a close of an empire
[04:24.43] I see a new architect
[04:27.06] I see a fuse to be set fire
[04:30.11] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[04:33.93]
[00:24.60] I see a shadow on the wall
[00:27.16] I see a new world order
[00:30.03] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[00:32.82] I see a close of an empire
[00:35.44] I see a new architect
[00:38.09] I see a fuse to be set fire
[00:40.94] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[00:45.08] The balance of power
[00:47.24] Is a delicate thing
[00:50.34] But cometh the hour
[00:53.20] Cometh the king
[00:55.79] Here at the summit
[00:58.36] The pendulum swings
[01:00.94] 'Cause like any puppet
[01:03.82] The world's on a string
[01:05.24] Invisible glove with the globe on a thread
[01:07.77] Just one man can cut it, can plummet the web
[01:10.36] It is said on the back of the eyes of the dead
[01:13.25] Is a terror in black with a tie burning red
[01:16.00] With the blood that was spilled in a chilling whodunnit
[01:18.96] Your cupboards are filled, there's no pinning the culprit
[01:21.70] Assassins just pale when he's kicking the buckets
[01:24.39] Of madmen and magnates, the sick and corrupted
[01:26.97] There's a shape within the shadows, there's a chill up in the air
[01:29.29] No, your status doesn't matter, empty will or billionaire
[01:32.37] In a palace or a manor, manned with killers at your care
[01:35.22] If you're pencilled in his planner, chance is he's already there
[01:37.82] Perhaps that new butler who walked past your henchmen?
[01:40.67] And brandished that tumbler of port no one questioned?
[01:43.27] So hand in your number, report in to heaven
[01:46.05] Those passes when punched, well, they're all 47
[01:48.96] I see a figure in the corner
[01:51.72] I see a shadow on the wall
[01:54.36] I see a new world order
[01:57.29] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[02:00.07] I see a close of an empire
[02:02.75] I see a new architect
[02:05.34] I see a fuse to be set fire
[02:08.15] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[02:11.80] Listen, thanks for all the warnings
[02:13.49] My security's been beefed up several times since nine this morning
[02:16.04] Checkpoints at every corner, lasers in ventilations
[02:18.70] I've got bodyguards for bodyguards, no way he'll penetrate
[02:21.13] When every unit on my team's supreme, completely redeemed in worthiness
[02:24.28] Which means I'm impervious to the schemes of mercenary services
[02:26.91] My servants are subservient, don't move unless I say so
[02:29.76] Can't refuse my influence, half your crew is on my payroll
[02:32.56] 47 better lay low or he might get 86'd
[02:34.97] Let's put a bounty oh his head, that crass assassin makes me sick
[02:37.82] If his barcode doesn't scan, we just need to price check him
[02:40.35] Blood spilling on my designer tiles, "Clean-up on aisle seven"
[02:43.44] Look, I'm not afraid of the ICA
[02:45.82] I'm, like, a thousand floors up, they'll never find me, wait
[02:48.95] Is that a person lurking in the curtains? No, it's gotta be the bourbon
[02:52.00] 'Cause I'm certain my observers would've heard him
[02:54.10] That would've been quite the feat for him to sneak past
[02:56.92] Oh, my God, it is him, I need to think fast
[02:59.52] Guards! Someone stop this vigilante!
[03:01.84] Please, I have a family! Is this the end? No, it can'tβ
[03:05.29] Your plan was clandestinely running the show
[03:07.88] But your clan is destined for coming to blows
[03:10.47] With the man who's the best in expunging his foes
[03:13.25] While casually dressed in their underlings' clothes
[03:16.10] Security forces may find that it's naptime
[03:18.94] Scored by the faint lullaby of your flatline
[03:21.74] Falling away as you find that you can't fly
[03:24.66] Or simply bake you a pie with a landmine
[03:27.29] It's the ominous addition that was hidden in your condiments
[03:29.89] Topping you for thinking that you're living without consequence
[03:32.61] Grip around the populace while sitting in your opulence
[03:35.30] You built your own sarcophagus, now that's what I call providence
[03:38.06] So 'til your hour chimes you hide inside your ivory monuments
[03:40.95] Build your tower too high, don't be surprised when there's no oxygen
[03:43.59] Where that power lies, yes, there's a price behind predominance
[03:46.09] And 47's on the tag you'll find upon your shopping list
[03:48.94] I see a crack in the hourglass
[03:51.80] I see a line in the sand
[03:54.47] I see a world that will outlast
[03:57.29] All of your plans, when you fall to the hands of theβ
[03:59.87] I see a tide that is shifting
[04:02.69] I see a hole in the ark
[04:05.24] I see a curtain is lifting
[04:08.11] Picking off targets, now ripped off their masks by theβ
[04:10.91] I see a figure in the corner
[04:13.59] I see a shadow on the wall
[04:16.12] I see a new world order
[04:18.93] Balanced on the brink, in a blink it'll fall to theβ
[04:21.51] I see a close of an empire
[04:24.43] I see a new architect
[04:27.06] I see a fuse to be set fire
[04:30.11] Forged in the wire, pulled tight around your neck by the ICA
[04:33.93]