Games

Is this a game or is it real? (5x) [Buck 65] I know I'm being followed by invisible men Life is good, but why am I so miserable then I'm second guessing my every decision But my hand is guided with heavy precision I can't even trust my own eyes But actually everything I do is done with pin point accuracy At least once a week I come this close to dying But nothing ever happens Am I supposed try and kill the heart of a man? Or is every move I make just a part of the plan? What should I expect the last mathematical invasion? I refuse to believe my life is a mathematical equation Can I do to pull the plug? Or burn the bridges? What if I start doing drugs or turn religious? Every involuntary swallow brings a pattern and a chance to wear A halo like the rings of Saturn But do my family and friends know that I dome the back of my mind To the back of my throat? In front of my face and under my nose No wonder why nobody notices any of this I am expert, indivisible, miserable, individual over my head still Burning the tread mill One step faster than the man with the master plan, baby Is this a game or it is real? (5x) [Sixtoo] Each move is like a simile Compare to what I see to what I remember Which pretender are you? By standing on that same corner I've seen passing me in the present. The dream Bend these words to mean what they mean now Somehow lost in five double-U's I misuse the game and then I forfeit the check mate Rotates bishop, wait I remember the next move It goes something like: My papier-mâché weighs falling and I take flight I fly into lay ups at night, see my piece is already there See all the workers disappear into clarity Never compare me to myself, I know us well Living in between imagination and the parallel One thing leading to nothing at all Another thing leading to itself Is this a game or is it a real? (5X)