Why is it there?
Every time I turn, it's staring at me, smiling.
Every move is a shuddering breath.
Scared of the dark because it stands there.
Hurt by the light because I see it.
Each piece of the chessboard is in motion.
Every move and check planned.
Else it falls to the depths again.
Placed in a board with invisible strings,
The euphoria, the hell in humanity.
And there we go, trying to cut ourselves free,
Only to leave the cuts where we can bleed.
And there's no place to run,
Slaves to the game.
And it isn't all bad, to live in deceit,
To believe in the lies, live in certainty.
When you try to escape,
The grave's been dug.
There's no other place,
So you give up.
And so do I, in the darkness and light,
Lie to myself, convincing it's fine.
A coward's will won't hold up to time.
And tearing the holes and breaking the lines.
I'm nothing but a fool, trying to see.
But there's a distance from the truth and what you believe.
When you try to cross it, you'll only fall.
The price you pay to see a glimpse,
Is your most valuable tool.
Your innocence.
Cause once out of the game, you're in control of the game.
Another king that controls,
Another one that sins.
And you, the puppeteer, can only try,
To protect others from crossing that line.
So why do I wander, and act as I'm lost,
To explore this new world,
I'll have to pay the cost.
I know there's a deal, an eye for an eye,
Yet still, why do I try?
Each time I look for the answer,
Each time I fail to see.
Each time I go back to being me.
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