Night Terror

Slow wailing of the sirens
In the distance I gather the courage to gather my things
The clocks ticking
Grab a backpack see what will fit in
Cuz I'm sitting on a bunch of dirty shit and I can't flush it
Main tractop clamshelled
Grab a few G's and USB keys from the spam well
Swiftly picking through the inventory
In my fifth story apartment building at five in the morning

Beat it down the wet metal stairs
Of this rickety fire escape with my bag full of warez
Make my high-tops skywalk and I land on the sidewalk
Glance over my shoulder as I sprint to the station
And I don't have a clue which agency might be chasing me
I just hit the road when I thought they were tracing me
Logging packets from an unknown source
Now I'm running through this obstacle course

Signature whipping of helicopter blades spinning
Quickly close on my location the information is good
Probably pass on paranoia or just call it coincidence
But this incident in particular got me feeling different
Cause its obvious pursuit is in play -
Every noise I hear converging on me trying to conclude my day
A spotlight from the heavens confirming this is a raid
And these agents of the state are trying to take me away

"Halt - sir! stop where you are
Don't even try resisting you won't get very far
Please yield in your tracks dont make it worse than it already is
Kneel and put your hands on your head!"

I could listen - or I could race more intensely
Is my stamina sufficient? Can my lawyers defend me?
I don't even know to what extent the charges might be
But they gotta be signficant they sent in the calvary
I'm dashing fast - while I'm weighing these options
Either way that I decide I must proceed with some caution
Because often people in my place catch a bullet
From a trigger happy cop whos just itching to pull it

And I ain't got an armory no glory in dying
Luckily not up for murder so no need to be hiding
How many years are even possible for popping my crimewave?
I'm just another villain with a pulse and a sine wave

Stop moving - lock my hands to my neck
Drop my bag to my side let my shins hit the deck
Resigned to my fate guess I will face the music
Reflecting on my past and then how to get through this
Wondering who could've been judas - I was careful enough
Now I'm totally surrounded and I'm put into cuffs
Shoved in back of a black suburban
My future nebulous and uncertain

Uncertain