Is this a game or is it real? (5x)
[Buck 65]
I know I`m being followed by invisible men
Life is good, but why am I so miserable then
I`m second guessing my every decision
But my hand is guided with heavy precision
I can`t even trust my own eyes
But actually everything I do is done with pin point accuracy
At least once a week I come this close to dying
But nothing ever happens
Am 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 equation
Can 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 wear
a halo like the rings of Saturn
But do my family and friends know that I dome the back of my mind
To the back of my throat?
In front of my face and under my nose
No wonder why nobody notices any of this
I am expert, indivisible, miserable, individual over my head still
Burning the tread mill
One step faster than the man with the master plan, baby
Is this a game or it is real? (5x)
[Sixtoo]
Each move is like a simile
Compare to what I see to what I remember
Which pretender are you?
By standing on that same corner I`ve seen passing me in the present. The dream
Bend these words to mean what they mean now
Somehow lost in five double-U`s
I misuse the game and then I forfeit the check mate
Rotates bishop, wait
I remember the next move
It goes something like:
My paper meshes weighs falling and I take flight
I fly into lay ups at night, see my piece is already there
See all the workers disappear into clarity
Never compare me to myself, I know us well
Living in between imagination and the parallel
One thing leading to nothing at all
another thing leading to itself
Is this a game or is it a real? (5X)
