They’re in my head
The monsters filling me with dread
And a game’s being played but I don’t know the rules
And I’ve gotta make a choice but I don’t know what to choose
I have to play the game but I’m not sure what I’ll lose
Which way does the queen move?
Which direction does the pawn go?
The monsters in my head just want me dead
Their voices shout and echo
They vibrate my soul
I feel like I’m standing still
Yet I’m being beckoned from all directions
Why do we have to pick and choose? Why do I feel like I’m meant to lose?
Which way does the King move?
Which direction does the knight go?
I don’t know what do to, yet I’m meant to pick and choose
Alone with the demons picking at my brain
I’m standing still not knowing what to do
What do I do? Why do we have to pick and choose? Why do I feel I’m meant to lose?
Which way does the rook move?
Which direction does the bishop go?
I don’t know what do to, yet I’m meant to pick and choose
Feel like I’m meant to lose no matter which path I choose.
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