People try to tell me, that I should get a job.
As if I should fulfil a purpose, only one that they think of.
They think they know the real me, but only I know me, I’m Spike.
And my job is very clear now, I am a real human turnpike!
I control these borders right here, where we stand, you and I.
For I claim this land like those before, and you will believe my lie.
Just as you believed every lie, that you’ve been told by every source.
You live the life you think you should, without thought or slight remorse.
But I choose to live and guard this land, this place between yours and mine.
Until you see that there's so much more here, and then we’ll be just fine.