The Player... 2

Verse 1
Someone moved me yesterday —
I don't recall making that play.
We're only pieces on a board,
We only move when we are told to.
Kings may fall,
The board forgets them all.
We breathe by the rules,
We bleed by the rules,
We die by the rules —
And when we're no longer of use,
Back into the box without excuse.

     Pre-Chorus
          You played your part —
          You never knew it from the start.
           It wasn't life —
           Just someone else's game.

          Chorus
                 It doesn't matter if you're black or white —
                 An unseen hand decides what's right.
                 It never asks if you're ready or not —
                 It moves you forward, whether you like it or not.

Verse 2
You can move,
Or disapprove.
You can believe you're flesh and bone,
You can believe you're on your own —
But every road was drawn before,
Before you opened your eyes at dawn.
And one day, when the final hour knocks —
They put you back into the box.

     Pre-Chorus
          You played your part —
          You never knew it from the start.
          It wasn't life —
          Just someone else's game.

          Chorus
               It doesn't matter if you're black or white —
               An unseen hand decides what's right.
               It never asks if you're ready or not —
               It moves you forward, whether you like it or not.

     Bridge
          No piece has ever seen the hand
          That moved it through the game.
          So every piece believes it's free...
          The pieces never see the player.
          The lines were never on the board —
          They were inside us all along.
          And maybe that's the only way
          A game can ever truly be played...

Verse 3
Your feet were carved into this square —
You reach to touch, but you're not there.
Every move is already known —
The board remembers every move.
The player never has to speak —
Silence holds a truth divine,
Silence keeps us all in line.

          Final Chorus
               It doesn't matter if you're black or white —
               An unseen hand decides what's right.
               It never asks. It only plays.
               And you never ask Him why.
               Kings may fall...
               Nothing really changes.
               Back into the box...
               Back into the box.

17.07.2026
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