(Verse 1)
I don’t know about the world today
It’s getting stranger every time you stay.
It’s about the movement of people on the ground
Sometimes you forget to stand and be proud.
Caught in the rush, forgetting the simple side
Trying to keep realism, just to pay for the ride.
Time is money, but money ain't time
We just walking a thin, broken line.
[ Chorus]
God made Man, and Man made tools
Tools in the right hands are toys, in others – just noise.
Man creating things for playing war like toys
Believing they are God, silencing the voice.
Yeah, it’s always been like that, nothing is new
We playing with destiny like damn fools, doesn't matter who is who.
I don't care what’s gonna happen, hoping we ain't mistaken
The Pawn is killing the King, rising dreaming with the Queen.
(Verse 2)
The nature of things? It’s been disproven
But the nature of humans? It’s raw and it’s ruin.
I wonder if it can be better, if we can soar
But honestly, it don't even matter anymore.
In this lifetime, we just playing in the dust
Nukes are the toys, betraying the trust n blow the fuck up all of us.
She said she like Yoga I said I wonder about
how to fuck hah
I can explain the feeling and the blues ball pain
but in the first time I need to be nice to hah
sweet girl
my
perl
(Bridge)
I’m looking at the night sky, like they did before
Me and them, spirits knocking on the door.
Can’t stop imagining, can’t stop the pain
If we...
(Outro)
Yeah, we did fuck it up once.
Look around.
Here we are, doing it again.
Doing it again.
(Fade out) stop bitchin get start movin
and stop the fallin part be fall
Been a nice guy hepping her droing
I explain my self not doging shorting boibg
stam omer la dvarim
sweet girl
my perl
[ Chorus]
God made Man, and Man made tools
Tools in the right hands are toys, in others – just noise.
Man creating things for playing war like toys
Believing they are God, silencing the voice.
Yeah, it’s always been like that, nothing is new
We playing with destiny like damn fools, doesn't matter who is who.
I don't care what’s gonna happen, hoping we ain't mistaken
The Pawn is killing the King, rising dreaming with the
meaning of being humanbin