The Third Man

Ah

Yeah

He needs to recollect, no false concept of events he can't detect

Feel depressed, or feel like another segment set, to interject

A spirit of ancestors creeping through his defect, object

Rumour has it that the industry reflects every perfectly profound casket

Next to every heard gimmick, lives a vet

Creating beneath the surface, waiting on like a thief below the net

Wanting relief as he surfaces

No remorse, with force, he enforced, every source, reinforce

Hatred in mind, you know their eyes don't endorse

He endures the inner trait