Lyrics:
In the shadows of the board where the pieces collide,  
A pawn speaks of justice, but fate’s on a slide,  
Wiped off in a blink, just a mark in the dust,  
But the player’s in silence, in calculation and trust.

No time for the hopeful, no patience for dreams,  
He builds with precision, tearing seams at the seams,  
With every move crafted like strokes on a page,  
He doesn’t flinch; he’s not trapped by the rage.

Eyes on the prize, while the chatter is loud,  
They complain of the storm, but he walks through the cloud,  
You can blame the rain, keep wishing for sun,  
But a player knows best, it’s the game that he's won.

Chorus:  
A player in the shadows, he molds the night,  
Calculating steps, keeping futures in sight,  
No naïve heart, just a mind on the grind,  
Creating the rules in the chaos he finds.

Justice ain’t a dream, it’s a path you create,  
Not through protest and anger, but learning to navigate,  
Those who sit back, hoping for change,  
They’ll be crushed by the weight of a world that’s deranged.

So while the others complain about trapped in their fate,  
This player knows better, he calculates great,  
Can’t afford to get played, can’t make it a game,  
When the noise turns to silence, that’s the heart of the flame.

A move not of cruelty but of wisdom in play,  
He’ll shift through the chaos like night turns to day,  
Creating his order, built over the mess,  
And in a world full of pawns, he’s the master, no less.

Chorus:  
A player in the shadows, he molds the night,  
Calculating steps, keeping futures in sight,  
No naïve heart, just a mind on the grind,  
Creating the rules in the chaos he finds.



The Players Game

IGDRUS