| Checkmate |
It is coming closer
And it knows your name
The closer it releases
It's you claim to fame
"May I have some more, sir?"
It's you who are to blame
Your soul falls to pieces
And mine will stay the same
Where you want to go is not where you can
Trapped in the darkness, in your own fantasy land
They're still your thoughts, but you cannot leave
And you cry over how this you did conceive
The king's daughter is there for you
Fresh and ready for the taking
You look around for the danger
And then begin your faking
"I am a prince, you don't' know who?"
And your move has begun the making
You've fucked your mind and now a stranger
Enjoy it for you'll never be waking
© 2011 Ryan Fan Club