It starts with nothing but a hollow deck
Taking all on the trail of a foggy trek
Seven all in a line, quick check
Slowly turning to the other side of madness, breaking a neck
So you took the Grandmaster of all things
Running first then crawling when the timer dings
It's not over till the choir sings
And there's no sign of the king
And so we push!
Until we sink on the sidelines
Too many aces on the first set, same rhymes
We could be spitting out red
And yet instead, we drop dead
To the solitude inside our heads
Well, I'm sorry, there's no space and at your own pace
There'll be no grace sitting on a master race
We got a queen with no face, clubs and diamonds out of trace
Yet your mind threads on the lace
And yet we
Push! The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
Lean mean and dried
You're all another case left to dry
And if you aren't aware or couldn't care, this is more than just a dare
It's a gamble for your fight and fly
So if the seven needs a six, yet the five would never fix
Then you're better off counting all the stones and sticks
Now cry for me, weep for me, harder
Sanctity and destiny for martyr
Push! For your patience
For this joker's laughing at your homicidal cadence
There's plenty more left to fall down all around
But you're uncovering falsified ground, no sound
So if you haven't yet noticed, you're a lost cause
But I can't force your immortal discourse
You can always keep trying, but you tell yourself you're lying
That the line fades from your course and yet you
Push! The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
In time, your decks gonna test your fate
Never said you could reallocate yourself
You're stuck in a minefield, all in your head
Red and black is engaged till you're dead
Push! The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
The reckoning
Push! The beckoning
Hail to the jester, queen and king
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we
Push!
In time, your deck gonna test your fate
Stepping out of line
Push! Swapping all the time
Tactic genocide is what we bring
You're stuck in a minefield, all in your head
Push! Push!
Tactic genocide is what we bring
