Chessboards (BBC In Concert - 22nd August 1986) - Killing Joke

We in our infancy, led down shining paths

Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion

Face our imperfections, I begin to wonder

Onion peelings scattered, we’ve been crying crying

Open our eyes and tears run down

I open my eyes and tears run down

I look through your mind and tears run down

And under the skies and tears run down

Look at our condition, stand on concrete dias

Lovers frail and naked move like pawns on chessboards

I had no idea, I had no conception

Where have we all come from?

Where are we all going?

Open our eyes and tears run down

I open my eyes and tears run down

I look through your mind and tears run down

And under the skies and tears run down

All these changes we shall witness

I will try to understand

Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries

No divine intervention, only moves on black and white

Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these

Open our eyes and tears run down

I open my eyes and tears run down

I look through your mind and tears run down

And under the skies and tears run down