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