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   I Don't wanna waste away   Don't wanna join the ranks of the dead   I'm barely breathing on the edge   But I enjoy the view   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