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