Seconds race,
In this deep dark place,
No ones sees,
No one bleeds,
No ones feels,
Feelings aren't real,
It's all an illusion,
Just a delusion,
Of a little Sims game,
God plays us with blame,
No guilt in his eyes,
When one of us dies,
We're just a number and record,
Of a game when God got bored,
We'll jump off walls,
Take the falls,
All for fun,
For number one,
We'll wear the crosses,
That prove we're his,
Like a toy in a toy box,
We're pushed further back,
Like Santa at christmas,
Just another sack,
We'll be lucky if he smiles,
We seem so simila,
And although we can run for miles,
It's never far enough from his eyes,
Tell me, do you see us as people?
Or just as toys weak and feeble,
Easy to control,
Because we fold,
We're renewable too,
We disintergrate after he's done, it's true.
Tell me now, would you like to think about life the way I do?
