Without wanting to kill, they leave the wounded
And sincerity doesn't go with you
They prefer silence to so much noise
And let the others go on their way
One step first, the other next
There's someone who prefers to stay asleep
And it doesn't make sense to talk to the wall
Yes, knock, knock, knock, knock, you don't answer
Floating in the inebriation of melancholy
With blows of rhyme and kung fu
You name them and they're yours and nobody else's
One step first, the other next
There's someone who prefers to stay asleep
And it doesn't make sense to talk to the wall
Yes, knock, knock, knock, knock, you don't answer