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