Game of Pawns

We aimed well our blows, took it hard on the nose

The match was close, but we're both for the gallows

Fight the good fight until we're spent, all for the sake of the unknown gent

Let me pretend to reinvent the painful tale of our descent

I stand on white, nothing to prove

But if all you leave me is black then I'll make that move

Kings, they all hide, jump from the shadows like knights

And I'm just trying to live one square at a time

The way the race is run, the way the hand is played

Those who profit are those by whom the game was made