Gametime, Paintime
the dreams we share
the lives we've led
and the burdens we bear
The tunnel ends
just that same as ever
The dream always ends
no matter how strong or clever.
At the bright light
lit by flames and fire
we all end up alone
victims of our own desire
As we ascend into the sky
we believe we've done right
but as we finally die
we realize, with fear and fright
That it's just a higher circle
a lesser torment indeed
The fire spreads its realms
and fathers its bastard breed
And then we realize
staring at the sun
that its always been there
and that we've only just begun
The future is the future
and the past is the same
All that really matters is the chase
all that matters is the game
Will you play?
Will you play, God?
Are you shy, or
afraid for us to know your fraud?
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