[Intro]
(Push! Push! Hail to the jester, queen, and king!)
(Push! Tactic genocide is what we—)
[Verse 1]
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 sight of that king, and so we push!
[Verse 2]
Until we sink on the sidelines
Too many aces on the first set, same rhymes
We could be spitting out red, and yеt instead we drop dead
To thе 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's threads on the lace and yet we push!
[Chorus]
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
(Push! Push! Hail to the jester, queen, and king!)
(Push! Tactic genocide is what we—)
[Verse 1]
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 sight of that king, and so we push!
[Verse 2]
Until we sink on the sidelines
Too many aces on the first set, same rhymes
We could be spitting out red, and yеt instead we drop dead
To thе 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's threads on the lace and yet we push!
[Chorus]
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
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