You set the pieces on the table
Each one of them your pawns
You think of them like trophies
Made out of gold and bronze

You use them till their useless
Till they have nothing to provide for you
Your actions are ruthless
You can never start anew

Your desire is poisonous
You're a living trap
You seduce your unsuspecting prey
Then you capture them with a "snap"

Your hunger will engulf you
Into a deep and dark abyss
Your craving will be forgotten
The bright sun you'll miss