Things of black and things of white, like pieces on a chessboard. We never can get things quite right, we are not equal - you are my lord. Without a cause, but with effect, you toy with me each day. For a reason i cannot detect, it has to be this way. The day I tire and I shall flee, for you have wore me out. That'll be the last you'll see of me. And you'll regret, i have no doupt. Until that day I'll be your slave. Submit to your cruel will. but lest' you change your evil ways, You'll soon have broke my will.