Tekster: Superheist. 8 Miles High. Karma.

It's in the sky, chronicled
The color gleams, ultra clean
Stripped back to expose one eye
Always waiting patiently, numb

Temptation of salvation, crumbling
You tripped on a hole you dug
Look to the sky, in the fading light
You see yourself rise

It's coming back home
To come and get you
Eating you from the inside out

Fade in time, feel the weight of surprise
Undisguised, whispered alibies
You got a dirty face

Please arrive at a place in time
See the prize twisted in your eyes
You got a dirty face

Oh, you smell nice to entice, fool
'Cos in the last 24 people fooled you more
Just let you do it, fathead
But you better, goddamn

Oh, no, now you just look dead
But you know it's too late to know now
Oh, no, now you just look dead
Dead, I will wait along time