I guess that this is checkmate,
Not a move left for me to make.

There's no such thing as trust.
The skyscraper is burning down
And the hero's locked out
To watch the metal hit the ground.

Everyone is so desperate for attention.
Writing papers and selling inventions,
The world has come to this:
The simplest things are the easiest to miss.

I guess that this is check mate,
Not a move left for me to make.
I'm turning around and never looking back
To broken figures shattering in the light.