We are black
Or we are white
On the chess board
The kings are blind
The queens are helpless
The princes are a prat
While the princesses are stubborn
There are few on the battlefield
That hold there wits
Like the warlocks
Loyal and wise
Or the seers
Helpful and kind
We all end up on the board
Sooner or later
Even if we don't want to
The game is sick
Even if you fight on the right side
Blood is spilled
Over the black and white
Will it ever end
Will we once have peace that we had long ago
Outside the board
The players laugh
These players are called destiny
They hand them out
And then sit back and watch
Neither are black nor white
But they are red
A sickening blood red
One which gets more dark and heavy
Every time blood is shed
There is no escape
Of destiny
All you can do
Is play your part
And hope for the best
But there is no point
You're breaking yourself
Give up
And give in to the welcoming darkness
It's the best you've got
For the black and white
Darkness is the only way out
