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