Checkmate

Waiting on your deathbed
Thoughts of agony rotting your head
No time left to pretend
Crowns can save you from the end
Checkmate; twisting the genes of the lambs
Checkmate; scorching this bountiful land
Rotting away, rotting away...
Time that you paid for the cancer you laid
A wannabe king, dies like a pawn
For pissing in the life stream
For far too long
Check
Mate
Sealed
Fate



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Writer(s): Brain Slug
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