Future is where kids have babies
Future is where your eyes are PC inplanted
A game of life, played by he who tames the universe in his
palms.
Humans is a mere chess piece, controlled by someone
It is run so that everything falls into place
It is the chip inside our body
The beautiful words you gave me were GOD's?
Assasings are an unfortunate role
A game of life, played by he who tames the universe in his
palms.
Humans is a mere chess piece, controlled by someone
It is run so that everything falls into place
Whose is it? What is the truth?
What is emotions? Whose is it?
What is the truth? It's all of mine
Now you are reading a lyric you thing it's you intention.
Future is where youre ears are cell-phone inplanted
I'm just made thing they a mine
Broken or lost it is all a game of life
