Apathy - Checkmate lyrics
[Apathy - Checkmate lyrics]
I set my moves up strategically
Enemy kings are taken easily
Knights move four spaces in place
Of bishops east of me
Communicate with pawns on
A telepathic frequency
Smash knights with mics in
Militant mental fights, it seems to be
An everlasting battle on the
64-block geometric metal battlefield
The sword of my rook
Will shatter your feeble battle shield
I witness a bishop that'll
Wield his mystic sword
And slaughter every player who
Inhabit's my chessboard
Knight to Queen's three, I slice through MCs
Seize the rook's towers and
The bishop's ministries
Minstrels sing songs and mimic me
But cease to live instantly
Hidden deep within me is a sinister entity
Intentions of tension, tense in ten tents
Where kings rest in beds with
Queens' breasts exposed for sex
To decrease or release tension
Tends to tense men
When traitorous defenses fence in kings men
I quickly push the whore up from off of me
Trying to understand this
Battle of psychology
Psychotic, I slice optics of cyclops
And wander with warlocks through
Indian corn stalks
Chessboard blocks become blood-red
Blood clots block brains and lock the
Thoughts of pawns in shock
I shot crossbows and toss flows across moats
To pierce the archer's armor
Armed with arrows pole points from elbows
Where joints join with marrow
To maim, the tip of the arrows lit with flame
Checkmate, the death of your
King ends the game
Enemy kings are taken easily
Knights move four spaces in place
Of bishops east of me
Communicate with pawns on
A telepathic frequency
Smash knights with mics in
Militant mental fights, it seems to be
An everlasting battle on the
64-block geometric metal battlefield
The sword of my rook
Will shatter your feeble battle shield
I witness a bishop that'll
Wield his mystic sword
And slaughter every player who
Inhabit's my chessboard
Knight to Queen's three, I slice through MCs
Seize the rook's towers and
The bishop's ministries
Minstrels sing songs and mimic me
But cease to live instantly
Hidden deep within me is a sinister entity
Intentions of tension, tense in ten tents
Where kings rest in beds with
Queens' breasts exposed for sex
To decrease or release tension
Tends to tense men
When traitorous defenses fence in kings men
I quickly push the whore up from off of me
Trying to understand this
Battle of psychology
Psychotic, I slice optics of cyclops
And wander with warlocks through
Indian corn stalks
Chessboard blocks become blood-red
Blood clots block brains and lock the
Thoughts of pawns in shock
I shot crossbows and toss flows across moats
To pierce the archer's armor
Armed with arrows pole points from elbows
Where joints join with marrow
To maim, the tip of the arrows lit with flame
Checkmate, the death of your
King ends the game