Life from a still frame unfolding
All the truth and the lies
Threading the needle, weaving our web
Shut the window to the world
You’re just a pawn on the chess board of life
Another world gone by
Your fate lies inside your soul
But you can make the change
Autumn sky falling inside these walls
Shroud me from myself
We cry for the sun to fall on this winter
Now we slumber in silence
You’re just a pawn on the chess board of life
Another world gone by
Your fate lies inside your soul
But you can make the change
Know your enemy – he who cries is still human
On this bleak april morning
Know your enemy – he who bleeds is still alive
Desert sand turned to lust
Know your enemy – he who cries is still human
Can we start the war over?
Spiritual warfare
Have you nothing to cry for?
Will you win at the eleventh hour?
“Why do you fight for me?
Why would you die for me?
I am not worthy of your sacrifice”
(In this time of judgment)
(Why have you come to claim my crown?)
(To save the helpless and all that are lost)
Have you nothing to cry for?
Will you win at the eleventh hour?
Have you no one to live for?
Will you win when your time has come?
Spiritual warfare
You’re just a pawn on the chess board of life
Another world gone by
Your fate lies inside your soul
But you can make the change
Know your enemy – on this bleak april morning
Know your enemy – desert sand turned to lust
Know your enemy – can we start the war over?
Spiritual warfare