Текст песни
Life is just a game... or are we just in it?
The script is in my hands... or am I just a shadow?
Inhale... exhale... who's making the move?
Step by step on the tiles, on the board of grey
My life is a strategy, held in a fist today
I'm a pawn moving to the edge, to become someone new
But the air around me turns to ash and smoke too
WHO WRITES MY PATH? WHO MOVES MY HAND?
Is it my own choice, or a pre-written command?
Figures all around, ready to eat my soul
But I'm looking for the exit, looking for control
What if the rules are a lie? If it's a different game?
Where intuition whispers, and nothing stays the same
Listen to yourself, cut the noise and the crowd
Hope it's your own voice, and not a ghost speaking loud
Thousands of endings hidden in the haze
But we'll see only one at the end of the maze
No restart button, no replay to find
Just one single chance, leaving the rest behind
Write your own script before the lights go dim
In this game of life, it's sink or it's swim
Fast thoughts... pulse hitting the brain
(The world is breaking... under the strain)
These aren't just pawns... these are hearts on fire
And we'll play our part... HIGHER AND HIGHER!
One ending... no way to play it again
My move
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