Your Move

Lie, when you face the crowd

Lie, 'cause they love the sound

Your move, when I lose everything I can lose

You feed my defeat

Taste my blood

Does it will you up?

And when I'm empty, have you had enough?

It's your move, when I lose everything I can lose

You feed my defeat

It's your move, when I leave everthing up to you

Honestly I'm not the same