Welcome to the cobra zone, you're chilling with the Frisk. Here, now, and forever.nnAt the end of the day, work's done, time to play in the cobra zonenwe just wanna kick back, have fun, get a little badical, a little radicalnBut you know, I don't think we're quite alone.nI look out the window and what to my wonderingneyes does appear? It's you. You're freaky baby. You're twice as freaky as Charlie's Squeaky. Step back, Jack.nnDon't panic- But I just can't seem to relaxnDon't panic- I'm about to have a heart attacknYou make me nervous so I just can't sleep at nightnNervous- under my pillow I keep a knifenNervous- is that you on the telephone?nNervous- I just want you to leave me alonennChilling out on the sidewalk, adult cola in my hand. You're there, I'm there, you're like a black cat crossing my path. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but sometimes it is just black and white.