Pawns, expendable pawns Black and white squares, we move upon Dreams, lost in a garden of dreams Invisible hands guide our teams
Heaven bound angels we turn Fall to the ground we burn Run, run to the mountain of lies Our righteousness is our disguise
Devastation and heartache, our path The unavoidable crash, karmic wrath Yet somehow we find love in vain In one brief moment we leave our stain
Truth revealed in fever dreams Guilty feelings waking hours bring What does it mean we ask ourselves Storing hope upon dusty shelves
In the silence between our laughter I have heard the voice of stars Deities banished to wayward heavens Sentenced to observe us from afar
Behold the whispers that makes us dream Countless eyes that see everything Forbidden to touch, to reach and feel Enviously awaiting with intention revealed