| You’ll find me screaming at the sun
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| It singes my eyes
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| The plan I devise, in this chess game to shatter the crook
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| And now the queen takes the rook
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| You think that you can read me like a book
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| But you mistook the pushback, skull crack, now I take the pawn
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| The pattern’s sliding off and now the bishop’s gone
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| Woe this land
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| It bares my hand
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| Of the final command
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| They see you blinded us, reminded us of all that’s ugly
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| And if you let it in, the predator will leave you bloody
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| So take a look into my eyes
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| And sharpen your gaze
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| Sharpen the blades 'cause the stakes have been raised
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| Kiss the ring
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| And now the knight takes the king
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| Now the rank and file is to bring
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| The sacrificing, upside, downside, give me all your guns
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| I’m fucking crazy, oh my mind is lost or won?
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| Hold your breath
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| These wounds are fresh
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| Of this mate that I check
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| They see you blinded us, reminded us of all that’s ugly
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| And if you let it in, the predator will leave you bloody
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| So we close
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| Off the din outside the window
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| No we won’t
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| Normalize the tyrannizing
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| You’ll find me screaming at the sun
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| Until my sould dies
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| You’ll find me screaming now
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| They see you blinded us, reminded us of all that’s ugly |