[Verse]
Counter ops in the shadowy streets no clocks
Spy games played with cyclops in the locks
White hair flows wisdom like Gandalf sings
But I ain't no wizard I gave up the rings
[Chorus]
Phone rings four times if it's the sign
God Himself dialing for a hit of the line
Powdered truth served with His red wine
9. 3x999 it's the divine crime
[Verse 2]
Behind closed curtains where whispers collide
Double agents flipping scripts where secrets hide
Cipher cracks and the truth unwinds
Chasing shadows in the alley of minds
[Chorus]
Phone rings four times if it's the sign
God Himself dialing for a hit of the line
Powdered truth served with His red wine
9. 3x999 it's the divine crime
[Bridge]
Spines crumble under the weight of the call
Red wine drips like blood from the fall
Every code cracked leaves a louder echo
The cyclops eye blinks in the techno
[Verse 3]
Counter terrorism ain't no fantasy tale
White locks of wisdom in the spy ops veil
God's call ain't missed it's etched in time
Lines blurred like chalk in a world of grime