The ground below my feet" elevated
Instinctively programmed there for me
No thoughts my visions clear not [bad word] 
I'm here because you're here
(You've got a problem now)

The speck of fear grows in your eyes
You'll meet your death in no disguise
It [bad word] as a small surprise
There will be [bad word] for you

No problem can't be solved temporarily
Then soon it gets forgotten that you exist
Sounds echo underground nauseating
I'm here because you're here
(You've got a problem now)

The speck of fear grows in your eyes
You'll meet your death in no disguise
It [bad word] as a small surprise
There will be [bad word] for you