Текст песни Molemen f Sebutones - Games
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Is this a game or is it real? (5x)[Buck 65]I know I`m being followed by invisible menLife is good, but why am I so miserable thenI`m second guessing my every decisionBut my hand is guided with heavy precisionI can`t even trust my own eyesBut actually everything I do is done with pin point accuracyAt least once a week I come this close to dyingBut nothing ever happensAm I supposed try and kill the heart of a man?Or is every move I make just a part of the plan?What should I expect the last mathematical invasion?I refuse to believe my life is a mathematical equationCan I do to pull the plug?Or burn the bridges?What if I start doing drugs or turn religious?Every involuntary swallow brings a pattern and a chance to weara halo like the rings of SaturnBut do my family and friends know that I dome the back of my mindTo the back of my throat?In front of my face and under my noseNo wonder why nobody notices any of thisI am expert, indivisible, miserable, individual over my head stillBurning the tread millOne step faster than the man with the master plan, babyIs this a game or it is real? (5x)[Sixtoo]Each move is like a simileCompare to what I see to what I rememberWhich pretender are you?By standing on that same corner I`ve seen passing me in the present. The dreamBend these words to mean what they mean nowSomehow lost in five double-U`sI misuse the game and then I forfeit the check mateRotates bishop, waitI remember the next moveIt goes something like:My paper meshes weighs falling and I take flightI fly into lay ups at night, see my piece is already thereSee all the workers disappear into clarityNever compare me to myself, I know us wellLiving in between imagination and the parallelOne thing leading to nothing at allanother thing leading to itselfIs this a game or is it a real? (5X)