something’s gone terribly wrong with everyone;
all the world is mad.
darkness brings terrible things; the sun is gone—
what vanity! our sad, wretched fires.
when the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
and he'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring
there's no body to batter when your mind is your might
so when you go solo, you hold your own hand
and remember that depth is the greatest of heights
and if you know where you stand, then you know where to land
and if you fall it won't matter, because you'll know that you're right.
