From this distance clarity is a laughable ideal Words shouted aloud, no audible appeal The machines keep rolling, the show must go on The kings strategically sacrafice their pawns Don't wanna play that game, oh no Don't wanna join the ranks of the dead I'm barely breathing on the edge From safety, fingers pointed amount to nil If the guns don't get you, your silence will Must I always shirk? Give me some constructive work Or some meaningful responsibility