a grim misfortune leaves a funny taste in mouth
from the one who places power to a scab spiraling south
from the height of aristocracy to writing on the wall
it ust be so damn embarrassing to open up at all

hey look, Ivan said sorry about this mess
oh yes wait wait wait wait listen to his breath
okay see check again bishop move is best
fast break your sake, give and take, take among the rest

so Ivan reams and rambles gives a human face to tragedy
of course he might mean nothing and his mind is duped by apathy
attacked out out of stock and ruined symbol of the times
in the search for absolution for the most dreadful of crimes

hey look, Ivan blinks listen to what he said
slow down, shush up, quiet now wait until he's dead
hey hey come on, checkmate now the queen will rule instead
slow down, shush up, quiet now wait until he's dead

oh Ivan you can't convince me
of Ivan do whatever you want
oh oh oh oh Ivan you can't convince me
you're not just doing this to spite yourself and God