These past years, we've said so much that's unclear Let's look into the mind's realities I'm there, except I don't have long hair The Frankenstein implied with Shelley And you're there, with arguments and cold stares, but deep inside your eyes are the things you fear Hey, you might live to die We all die alone You're such a little girl Hey you're going to die The other chess players, leave me in the opium dens His plays just aren't the same since that girl met him The whispers in the nautilus of my ears, my epitaph arranged is stated here The King's dead, the cold sweat, I leave behind the cold sweat The logic, the I quits what are you looking for? It's not a game we play, we're going to die, we all die alone