In the last year
You came up a lot it's clear
With the pawn in your mouth and blood on your hands
I feel it coming through
I feel it with my back to you

If it's all the same
How you spit out and cast your blame
Watch the sky arch its distance from your little land
I feel this distance too
I feel it with my back to you

In the last year
You came up too much it's clear
With the pawn in your mouth and blood on your hands
I feel your coward's flu
I feel it with my back to you