The Lord Somedays it seems my life is a game. Fate makes the rules and the lord is the playing man. Though i say that i'm free someone is watching me. I could lock the door switch the lights off crawl under my bed or live in a cave Though i say that i'm free someone is watching me So show me your face show me your eyes lord the sound of your voice the taste of your breath, lord. Show me your face, show me your eyes, lord the sound of your voice i dont want to play anymore My eyes have seen crowds of people waiting for the day when it all makes sense. My ears have heard the sound of planets drifting bye, around the sunlight. Nothing is real all is illusion, maybe we're living in the ass of the lord I dont want to blame him but he's blamed by the lonely planet earth where i live in. I dont want to play anymore I dont want to play anymore Why do we live Why should we die Why are we happy Why do we cry Why do we live Why should we die Why are we happy Why do we cry... ...do we cry ################### Weltschmerz lass nach! Hehe.