itīs my game itīs your game
no one knows what happens to us
itīs your name itīs my name
no one wants to ask us again
tired people are looking for their foolish side
tired people that arenīt able to speak
we try to play the awakened ones
looking for the horizon that burns
itīs your game itīs my game itīs our game
donīt believe that you took the right way
while you canīt have a look behind their masks
against the fucking majority
donīt ask 'bout your task
delicous turkeys were cooked for ministers
serious crows are flying into their mouths
real hard fought positions become
angle dust
itīs dangerous
it isnīt your game it isnīt my game itīs their game
pick'em up let'em fall down
itīs my game to decide
how I best could leave myself
or who should get the crown is golden itīs made of our hearts
I imagine dancing with the fools
while you are looking for the foolish part inside of you
I imagine dancing with the fools but I know
there is no dance at all
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