I know what I'm doing

I'm not silent I'm not calm, I'm not waiting for the wrinkles on my palm.
I'm not believing the mysterious globe, I'm not hollow inside this grey robe.
I'm not adhering to your saintly advice, I'm not sliding down my intellectual demise.
A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I'm not lost behind the misty smoke, I'm not the one you need to provoke.
I'm not waiting for an apocalypse, I'm not mute though I sealed my lips. 

I'm not alluded by the rolling dice, I'm not the one without the spies. 

A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I sense the language your hands speak, I read your eyes to know if you're weak. 

I hear your words like Chinese song, I know your mind deep and long. 

I know that you are a bag of lies, I'll shun your sweetness to the houseflies. 

A day shall come when I shall rise, high above you belittling your skies.

I am shouting a silent call, as the dark lights now befall, 

I am rising like a skyscraper tall, in the dead sands you don't know at all.