Only Death Is Real

We live on this Earth filled with terrible people
 One body of diamonds where nobody's equal
 Our home's our cells, our city's the prison
 Stolen land by politicians
 Nothing is permanent
 Nothing is gold
 You won't be born again
 Death is after your soul
 Line 'em up across the board
 Eight by Eight under the bishop's sword
 We are the pawns placed in our squares
 You're all wrong, all we know is warfare
 Nothing is permanent
 Nothing is gold
 You won't be born again
 Death is after your soul
 Nothing repeats, there's always the sequel
 We're the pieces of the game, inescapable evil
 They want the pawns to fight each other and say we're not the same
 Well, I say, "don't hate the player, hate the game"
 Nothing is permanent
 Nothing is gold
 You won't be born again
 Death is after your soul
 Hold your position, for heaven's sake
 You can beg, you can pray, but nothing will change
 The march won't stop, so don't watch the clock
 Only death is real, it all goes back in the box
 It all goes back in the box
 Nothing is permanent
 Nothing is gold
 You won't be born again
 Death is after your soul
 Nothing is permanent
 Nothing is gold
 You won't be born again
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul
 Death is after your soul