Paroles de The Game

I am the artificer The pathogen that is pulling at the strings Your just the documenter Taking shots of the scene (Blood and bits of browned teeth) This is the game We crave But hate the taste Create the game But then we don’t wanna play And I'm becoming amebic At the sound of your name (Just look the other way) I just pressed the red button To stimulate a little hatred Just a little bit of light and a precise manipulation You are a predictable machine And you keep on learning the same lesson Never bite the hand that feeds Never befriend your oppressor This is the game We crave But hate the taste Create the game But then we don’t wanna play And I'm becoming amebic At the site of your face Just look the other way You’re a predictable machine And you keep on learning the same lesson Never steal a crumb from my kingdom You will be made into an example This is the game That you chose to play So look the other way