Depth cannot be measured be the cleverness that fallows ones vocabulary. But rather by the draw their soul creates as it passes through the ocean of your own.

"Everyone down on the floor
No sudden moves and lock the door
I've got this feeling I'm chasing
I'll never rest until I find it

I've been plotting away
In my heart every day
To put this plan into action
And though I try to resist
I find the thing is this
Until I get it there's no satisfaction

I want something you have
I want it oh so bad
Don't move, hand it over
I won't stop until it's in my hands

Deep in the recess of every man is a thief, a robber, a criminal
Below the surface of every hero is an envy, a restless evil

And though I try to resist
I find the thing is this
Until I get it there's no satisfaction

I want something you have
I want it oh so bad
Don't move, hand it over
I won't stop until it's in my...."