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CheckMate
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CheckMate wurde am 25. Dezember 2025 von 12th Round Studios als Teil des Albums veröffentlichtPocket Ballads
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Veröffentlichungsdatum25. Dezember 2025
Label12th Round Studios
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keith Williams
Keith Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Williams
Keith Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Williams
Keith Williams
Engineer

Songtexte

Tick… tock…
Three deaths, same block.
No prints, no blade, no knock—
Just hearts that… stop.
You call it "judgment," I call it a trick.
You pray to your "savior," I study the ticks.
Every miracle you shout about
Is just a pattern
I haven't worked out.
You light your candles for an unseen hand,
Dead men falling on demand.
You say, "At last, a god who cares,"
I say, "Strange… he favors certain chairs."
Criminal drops at the sound of the news,
Same time slot, same scripted views.
You say, "Divine," I say, "Routine,"
I see a human
Behind the screen.
He stops the crime…
He cleans the streets…
He picks his stage,
He loves receipts.
He feels like order…
He feels like fear.
And I'm the one
Who's standing here.
Welcome to the checkmate,
Welcome to the line,
Where I take your "miracle"
And break it into signs.
I live between your worship
And the data that you shout—
You bow,
I count,
I drag your god
Beyond reasonable doubt.
Checkmate… checkmate…
Count it out… investigate…
Call him savior, call him judge,
I don't care what you call his shroud.
I'll put my life on the scales with his—
Let's see who falls
When the proof comes out.
Check.
Mate.
Why chase a ghost who cleans your streets,
Turns your nightmares into sheets?
If the world is safer when I write,
Why tear the halo
From my light?
Because your "halo" fits too snug
On someone digging their own grave rug.
Every clean corpse, every perfect time,
Screams "craft," not "divine."
You're clever, yes—
But so am I.
Pick a side,
Live or lie.
Ooh, little man
With the sugar and screens,
Betting his life
On the spaces between.
So here's my theory, here's my game:
You're just a human
Behind a name.
If I sit beside you, watch your eyes,
Every kindness,
Every "surprise,"
I'll turn your faith into evidence,
Your holy throne
To fingerprints.
You think you're god? Then prove it, friend—
I'll be your shadow
Until the end.
Welcome to the checkmate,
Welcome to the test,
Where I nail your little kingdom
To a logic chest.
If you're really justice,
Then you'll stand this bout—
So sit with me
While I pull this thread
Beyond reasonable doubt.
Maybe he's right…
Maybe he's mad…
Chasing a god
Like a passing fad…
You're staking your pulse
On a hunch in your head—
One wrong move
And you end up dead.
Good.
Then we're both
Playing for keeps.
You take names,
I take notes.
You take hearts,
I take votes.
You rule by fear,
I rule by doubt,
You write them in,
I cross you out.
I'll chain myself
To your every breath,
Sit right next to you
And flirt with death.
If I'm wrong,
I fall—good game.
If I'm right,
I say your name.
Every sugar cube, every sleepless night,
Is a wager placed
On dragging you to light.
This isn't faith,
This isn't prayer—
It's a final offer:
Meet me there.
Welcome to the checkmate,
Welcome to my seat,
Where your unseen throne
Gets a front-row beat.
I don't need heaven,
I don't need crowns,
Just the truth that stands
When the dust falls down.
Checkmate… checkmate…
Tick… tock… time's late…
If I die watching for the flicker in your eyes,
Let that be the proof
That your "justice" was lies.
Write my name if you want—
I won't back out.
I'd rather die
Than live
Without
Beyond reasonable doubt.
Checkmate…
Checkmate…
In the end we'll see
Whose god was fake.
Your move.
Written by: Keith I Williams
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