Checkmate

Let me sin
All I do is grin as I hold life in my hands
I always prey
I always pray for medicine
So dread the day death takes you out & spits you out of his mouth
You won't get away with it
Too busy worrying to make it out
So dread the day death takes you out & spits you out of his mouth
I'm running out of time
Just send me off
Just get it over
Just send me off
Just get it over
Such a peculiar world; I find death in everything
They are the enemy
I move from pawn to rook
Now I walk around with my head in the ground
Haven't scratched the surface
With a deeper purpose
And every time I lose my mind
I can't find the fucking words to word this
All damage
Death takes you out and spits you out of his mouth
I'm running out of time
Just send me off
Just get it over
Just send me off
Just get it over
Such a peculiar world; I find death in everything
You are the enemy
And you never had a mother fucking "friend" in me
I don't know what I'm gonna say
I hope you know that I won't change
I don't know how long I would stay
I don't know what my God would say
Forcing me to do what I don't wanna do
Why can't you get it through your head
Forcing me to do what I don't wanna do
I couldn't even if I wanted to
Try to tell me it'll all be fine
I get up again
Push me to the side and forget about me



Credits
Writer(s): Bryce Kariger
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