only death is real

we live on this earth filled with terrible people

one body of diamonds where nobody's equal

our home's our cells

our cities the prison

stolen land by politicians

nothing is permanent

nothing is gold

you won't be born again

death is after your soul

line 'em up across the board

eight by eight under the bishop's sword

we are the pawns placed in our squares

young or old

all we know is warfare

nothing is permanent

nothing is gold

you won't be born again

death is after your soul

history repeats

there's always a sequel

we're the pieces of the game

inescapable evil

they want the pawns to fight each other and say we're not the same

well

i say

don't hate the player