Pawn Pushers
Pawn Pushers (7/22/2007)
Your plans laid out for your own agenda
I do all the work then returned to sender
And it gets better cause you think you got me
But the truth of the matter is your work is sloppy
Don’t try to stop me, well, I know you wouldn’t
I can play along even though I shouldn’t
I’ll bite the bullet for my own desire
I’ll fan the flames of your so called fire
We’re both damn liars and both are playing
We want the things no one is saying
I fight the urge to just take the risk
While you fight the push to feed me shit
So I clench my fist and fake a smile
I taste the lips of your cold denial
The flesh gets warm beneath insanity
My hand on you is the greatest tragedy
Cause we’re in too deep, won’t beat the system
We plan and speak but we never listen
Two pawns get used by these rookie players
Both moves are wrongs and her lips betray her
But I love the flavor, she loves the game
I’m not dumb and she’s not insane
We’re both the same, back street users
I’d love to win, yet I’d hate to lose her
Notes: It’s obscenely simple, but the emotion warrants it.
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