Take a look behind you
And tell us what you don't see
You finally realize
You're not the leader of your life
Dreaming of Kingship
But you're a pawn
Does it hurt?
It's the Chronicles of Yourself
They're building your life
Unable to rip the leech
And afraid to bite the master's hand
Waiting for the whip reward
Your master should be your meal
There's nothing in return
There's nothing to expect