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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 thepresent. 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)