From this distance clarity is a laughable ideal
Words shouted aloud, no audible appeal
The machines keep rolling, the show must go on
The kings strategically sacrafice their pawns
Don't wanna play that game, oh no
I Don't wanna waste away
Don't wanna join the ranks of the dead
I'm barely breathing on the edge
But I enjoy the view
From safety, fingers pointed amount to nil
If the guns don't get you, your silence will
Must I always shirk? Give me some constructive work
Or some meaningful responsibility
Words shouted aloud, no audible appeal
The machines keep rolling, the show must go on
The kings strategically sacrafice their pawns
Don't wanna play that game, oh no
I Don't wanna waste away
Don't wanna join the ranks of the dead
I'm barely breathing on the edge
But I enjoy the view
From safety, fingers pointed amount to nil
If the guns don't get you, your silence will
Must I always shirk? Give me some constructive work
Or some meaningful responsibility
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