Like chess I am scattered on squares I don't belong on You turn your back on your mind A suit for a crafty creature So they were brothers Yes were brothers Now you scan all the walls and find us in a bar You're always on Time You fill the time Because you're not a failure Neither am I At night it is either worse or better At night And sure There was a fire That's right So small So weak It went out Life seems upset, why has it taken? Why does my head go through? And why has my heart left? Why does the anger hurt? And why are your shoulders taken? Why does my heart hurt? And why is all this happening now? Why? Why does the anger hurt? And why are your shoulders taken? Why does my head hurt? I just want a purpose.