The Prisma Flower Band - The Pawn

Just a pawn of luck
Marching down a wooden war
Orchestrated by powers unknown
To kill the king
Transparent peace to bring
Never once cared what's behind the throne
Always takes the chance
An addict to ignorance
But it comes with a price
To roll the dice
To roll the dice
The devil's device
Oh little pawn
Beware
The time will come you'll have
To dare
To see
What it is
You don't want to know
What it is that's behind this wooden throne
Now raise your mighty blade
And fight against the shade
Cut your strings and choose which way to go
Steps of black and white
Luck and fate collide
As unraveling beings they fight
Oh blessed be the ignorants
They find and stare the cause
Of golden shades of bronze
Remember this game my pawn
Remember this game my pawn
Is not played with dice
Is not played with dice
the devil's device
Oh and it struck
Foolishness
The time is always now
To witness everything
As it is
As it flows joyfully
Step out from this game to break free
Let it be burned to the ground
By the dance of clarity

Written by:
Konstantinos Konios, Kostas Stergiou

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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