The Second (2021 Remaster) (Remaster) (Remaster)

（song by the Stupendium)

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There's a shape in the shadows

There's a chill in the air

But he won't let you get rattled

You won't know that he's there

There's no way to do battle

When you're caught unaware

One blink and he'll be gone

And you you'll be dead in your chair

Or was he even there?

Can you even prepare?

For a reckoning a second into catching the glare

Of a barrel when the bullet's already in the air

Or the chemicals already have your vision impaired

As you try to place the face of that sommelier

When you're gonna win the race

But find the brakes aren't there

On a knife's edge

Placed between the fumes and the flare

The last breathe

With a glove in your hair

He's a master of disguise

He's an artist with a knife

He will catch you by surprise

Just a quack and you ignite

There's no faster a demise

Were you happy with your life?

'Cause it didn't have the time

Left to flash before your eyes

No one ever recalls the second

They first come across 47

Because before you've drawn a breath in

47's got you on the floor,forgetting

If you only could pause a second

Can't stall destiny

Halt what's meant to be

No protection we

All get reckoned the

Cause of death will be 47

You can tighten violence

By refining the appliance of it

Open up your eyes to find

The sight of an appliance dropping

Right into the bath

Without a chance to even try and stop it

Blur behind the curtain

And it's curtains on your crime biopic

The same as yesterday?

Oh,there's a new chef today

I'm sure he can prepare

That very rare fish that special way

Also we can't find the guy

We hired just to test your plates

Plus all of your henchmen

Went and left to go investigate

The sound of a coin on the ground

And not a shred of evidence will ever be found

Take a trip to the facilities with no one around

Ain't it tragic how a man can accidentally drown

You've locked the door

You're in your most secure of quarters when

It's been a little while since your security reported in

A sudden force

And then you'll wish you'd brought your snorkel in

They find your body bobbing in a mortuary of porcelain

No one ever recalls the second

They first come across 47

Because before you've drawn your weapon

You're already taking that fall from heaven

If you only could pause a second

Can't stall destiny

Halt what's meant to be

No protection we

All get reckoned the

Cause of death will be 47

Most people went to bed

And they simply never woke

Take solace in the knowledge

That your death will be bespoke

Hand crafted

All wrapped up in leather as you choke

Every execution executed excellently so

Any single person could be 47 lurking

He could be working in BurgerKing

Strychnine in your onion rings

Snuffing out your underlings

'Fore you get to wondering

You'll be bloodied

Stuffed into a cupboard in your underthings

It's the last creak

As you stand beneath the chandelier

It's the gas leak

When you candlelit for atmosphere

It's the last beat

As you heart receives the formula

The red streak

When the beam hits your cornea

The mouthfeel

Of your unintended last meal

The weapons test

Where you forget to check the blast seals

The sunset

As your body's doing cartwheels

Straight over the edge of a ledge

Or it's the hard steel

Scraping on your ribs

As you shiver and expire

It's the first red fleck

On your impeccable attire

It's your throat torn to shreds

As you're dying to respire

As your fingernails are fighting

Agains the tightening of the wire

It's a SECOND to forgive

It's a SECOND to forget

Every SECOND you have lived

For this SECOND of regret

Every SECOND is as gift

So be careful how you spend

'Cause the SECOND that you've met him

Is the SECOND that it ends

(End)