pawn played, puppet strings, built a brigade//
even the king has no say, it all lies on fate//
all the day, the skys are gray, as black and white fight//
but in the light a window falls to reflex on all our lives//
there is no prize wit guns and knives, they only live in vain//
repeatin pain, same ole same, it jus a stupid game//
so many slain, they still lay, as they realize there purpose in life//
pratice vice, there's no afterlife, all thas left is sacrafice//

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Lyrical Rapsody