Only Death Is Real
One party of tyrants, where nobody’s equal
Our homes are cels, in the biggest prison
Stolen land, from politicians
Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold
You wont be born again
Death is after your soul
Line ‘em up, across the board
Eight by Eight, under the bishop’s sword
We are the pawns in our squares
Young or old, we fight their warfare
Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold
You wont be born again
Death is after your soul
History repeats, there is always a sequel
Where the pieces serve the king, inescapable evil
They want the pawns fight each other and say that we’re not the same
Well I say don’t hate the player, hate the game
Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold
You wont be born again
Death is after your soul
Hold your position for heaven’s sake
You can beg, you can pray, but nothing will change
The march won’t stop, so don’t watch the clock
Only death is real, all goes back in the box
Nothing is permanent, nothing is gold
You wont be born again
Death is after your soul
Autor(es): Crag Reynolds, Tom Williams, Andrew DiJorio, Anthony Altamura