Thursday, April 22, 2004

They say in chess, you gotta kill the queen.
And then you mate it.
Oh I, do you?
A funny thing, the king who gets himself assassinated.
Every time i lose,
Altitude.

You took a town by storm.
The mess you made was nominated.
Oh I, do you?
Now put away your welcome, soon you'll find you've overstayed it.
Every time I lose,
Altitude

So divine, hell of an elevator.
All the while my fortune faded.
Nevermind the consequences of the crime this time,
My fortune faded.

The medicated state of mind you find is overrated.
Oh I, do you?
You saw it all come down and now it's time to imitate it.
Every time I lose altitude.

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