Lyric

Static on the wire, a ghost within the frame

Tracing every shadow, but I don't know your name

You're playing king in a suit of hollow gold

I'm wearing a face that was never mine to hold

Cold ignition, breathing through the mask

How much of a soul is a weapon's only task?

I'll let you strike, let the feedback run deep

While the secrets of the throne are the only ones I keep

Checkmate in the dark, before the game's begun

Counting all the bullets that you haven't even spun

A dance of eighty percent, a calculated slip

The world is at my feet, but I'm losing my grip

On purpose, on time, in this perfect design

The victor is the one who leaves the truth behind

Mercury is rising, the silver starts to bleed

I'm feeding you the lies that your arrogance will need

A hollow tank, a shell without a heart

We're tearing every reality apart

You see the crown, but you miss the empty head

Measuring the power in the words I haven't said

The fog is heavy, the signal's getting low

The more you think you've won, the less you'll ever know

Checkmate in the dark, before the game's begun

Counting all the bullets that you haven't even spun

A dance of eighty percent, a calculated slip

The world is at my feet, but I'm losing my grip

On purpose, on time, in this perfect design

The victor is the one who leaves the truth behind

Glass breaks, but the image stays the same

Two phantoms dying in a fabricated flame

I'll bow my head just to see how you react

In a world of fiction, silence is the only fact

Checkmate in the dark, before the game's begun

Counting all the bullets that you haven't even spun

A dance of eighty percent, a calculated slip

The world is at my feet, but I'm losing my grip

On purpose, on time, in this perfect design

The victor is the one who leaves the truth behind