(Gentlemen, here comes the night)

This right here
Is payback
From way back
We don't play that

My destination is clear
Suspicious minds will detect
And if I die all alone
This is not a clubtrack
My destination extreme
You don't know what to expect
And if I die on my own
This is not a clubtrack.

"What did they tell you?"
"They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that 
your methods were unsound."
"Are my methods unsound?"
"I don't see any method, at all, sir."