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it´s my game it´s your game
no one knows what happens to us
it´s your name it´s my name
no one wants to ask us again
tired people are looking for their foolish side
tired people that aren´t able to speak
we try to play the awakened ones
looking for the horizon that burns
it´s your game it´s my game it´s our game
don´t believe that you took the right way
while you can´t have a look behind their masks
against the fucking majority
don´t ask 'bout your task
delicous turkeys were cooked for ministers
serious crows are flying into their mouths
real hard fought positions become
angle dust
it´s dangerous
it isn´t your game it isn´t my game it´s their game
pick'em up let'em fall down
it´s my game to decide
how I best could leave myself
or who should get the crown is golden it´s 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