The Perfect Heist

The Perfecto Heist"

We hit the street just after midnight,
The city’s quiet, feeling right,
The bank’s a fortress, cold and tight,
Tonight we'll break through, out of sight.

We’re chasing gold, we’re chasing dreams,
In the shadows where nothing’s what it seems,
With every step, the thrill redeems,
The bank is ours, or so it seems.

The vault is close, the tension’s high,
With every beep, we touch the sky,
Our hearts race on, no time to cry,
The prize is near, and we’ll not lie.

We’re chasing gold, we’re chasing dreams,
In the shadows where nothing’s what it seems,
With every step, the thrill redeems,
The bank is ours, or so it seems.

Behind the bars, we break the chains,
The scent of cash is in our veins,
Through all the risk and all the pains,
We’re drawn to wealth like moths to flames.

We’re chasing gold, we’re chasing dreams,
In the shadows where nothing’s what it seems,
With every step, the thrill redeems,
The bank is ours, or so it seems.