Knees weak arms are heavy

Theres miners in his closet already, Mom’s electricity ⚡️

He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks armed and ready to drop blocks

But he keeps on forgetting his key he wrote down, the whole closet oh so loud

He opens his mouth but the 12 words won’t come out

He’s choking, how? Everybody’s zapping now

The blockclocks run out, times up, over, blaow!