The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change Think of which of three defences do I want to play Squinting at the features that are moving on his face Stick two fingers up to meet his move at once again Into this his fist then meets me boo hoo i’m too late The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change Wrinkles in your features tell me you have not been trained Sitting with your breathing held is screwing up your game Wishing to defeat the enemy but refusing what I say Flick the lint off your beaten self and do yourself a favour The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change Winners will repeat themself losers want to change You will beat the system if you do just what I say Bring it in and meet me there and lets do it once again ⁠My digits are an even edge I choose to opt for paper But scissors are what meet me he’s subdued me and it pains The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change ⁠I’m livid at the scene I dwell there a mood is on my face Visions in my cheated head confused as it rotates The winners will repeat themself losers want to change Snipping at your sheet I bettered you and once again The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change But To win the meeting next you want the move that wasn’t played Instinct feels authentic but the proof is in the data ⁠This is seen in creatures it’s been viewed in Mother Nature There’s skin on lizards that feature blemishes that use this for their mating Think of it like cheating but the rules are all obeyed ⁠Statistically when I’m feeling better I choose to opt to stay This wisdom is for Free but yet what’s stupid is for sale The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change Winners will repeat themself losers want to change My fingers pleat together and I use my foggy brain ⁠Listen to me please I will refuse to help you later You will beat the system if you do just what I say My scissors did the beating then coz you had gone for change Give it fricking hell again and choose at what remains The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change Sitting on the seatings edge. and pulling on the suede My Clippers flint I wheel again it produces not a flame Lingering defeats don’t help when they move into your brain The fist is in my deep intent the move that wasn’t played ⁠I think a minute see him ready shoot the rock in play His fingers are a V upheld i do a double take ⁠This time he is beaten The winner will repeat themself Losers want to change