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Checkmate

by Hotel Graffiti

on Why Bad Things Happen to Good People (2019)

Let me sin
All I do is grin as I hold life in my hands
I always prey, I always pray for medicine
So dread the day death takes you out & spits you out of his mouth
You won't get away with it, Too busy worrying to make it out
So dread the day death takes you out & spits you out of his mouth
[I'm running out of time
Just send me off
Just get it over
Just send me off
Just get it over]
Such a peculiar world;
I find death in everything, They are the enemy
I move from pawn to rook
Now I walk around with my head in the ground
Haven't scratched the surface, With a deeper purpose
...and every time I lose my mind
I can't find the fucking words to word this, All damage
Death takes you out and spits you out of his mouth
[I'm running out of time
Just send me off
Just get it over
Just send me off
Just get it over]
Such a peculiar world;
I find death in everything
You are the enemy
...and you never had a mother fucking “friend” in me
I don't know what I'm gonna say
I hope you know that I won't change
I don't know how long I would stay
I don't know what my God would say
Forcing me to do what I don't wanna do
Why can't you get it through your head
Forcing me to do what I don't wanna do
I couldn't even if I wanted to
Try to tell me it'll all be fine
I get up again
Push me to the side and forget about me