You play
the game
With some
poor dolls
Try to
feel big
A complete
grown up
Looking
like an ass
You only
see one face
The one
that reflect
A good look
With in
your eyes
Trapped you
try
Power you
feel
In a very
tiny room
With a poor
crowd of fools
Try to see
An enourmus
world
Doesn´t
know anything about you
Behind
those walls of stupidity
Behind your
game of challenges
There is
some real cool shit
That can
drive your world
Out of his
mind
Stop crying
alone
While you
laught at your croud
It
won’t be longer
Until you
need a fire gun
To hold
that home
The house
of cards
