i see the building's sky light, and poke my pistol through
as i watch the moon shine down on me w/ crystal views
drop down like a missle fuse, & begin makin silent havoc
sky lights lights turn on, suddenly its all a violent racket
as i steal the loot, quick w/ out bothering with imagery
thinking of how later some under skylights will mimic me
world spins, it's flipped upside down in the pristine night
the cops chase me on the roof.. and see my pistol fight
its all right, i turn quick and nimble, w/ the least concerns
feast on words, cuz its fine now, heres my reason learn
its treason, burn, u live your life wrong u dont die right
buts its perfect now...seeing the moon under the skylights