Chaos is on the table
it goes to number five
and my piece is just not able
to think to stay alive
Count the moves
Connect the dots
Whatever I need to
But when it's cornered,
He'll move on forward
with his knife he'll go on through
and I think just like a two
or three
or maybe six
There's a flame set in my brain
burning bridges I'll never fix
He may be in my being
latched onto my skull
But, I'll take him down with me
even if it'll damn my soul
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