"Like the automatic mechanics of a champ's heart, I drop near flat line, right before I go hard.
It's the systematic schematics that set me apart, the blueprints of DNA that make me the god of this art. The art to depart, 'cause my part is to make you disappear.
So, I kick-start my spy squad, just so I can conceal. My intentions of intervention have to hide behind my appeal, just for now, until I'll be able to read your next move, at my will.
I know you'd be thrilled to know who will cause your big spill. But there's a seal on my past that is stamped with illusions, illusive preclusions that behave like conclusions.
Exclusive intrusions will not help you get inside of my head. At this moment, you'll only know what I know about myself. My psyche that's vital is not built into my mind.
My nature hardwired as instinct that never flat lined. My shots will be fired before you see any sign."