Levels
A one way ticket to reality, destination unknown
A death trip to infinity, or a journey back home?
Is this really happening or only in my head?
Free fall in slow motion, maybe we're already dead
Should we drift apart
Or swim against the tide?
Just one simple choice to make
What is wrong and what is right?
We're all playing the same game
Just on different levels
We're all suffering the same hell
Just with different devils
Small gear within a big machine
Of sadness and sorrow
Fed with desperation and iron tubes to swallow
Narcotics running through our veins
To keep us calm, to numb the pain
Unreal stories implanted to our minds
An artificial coma, false truth, real lies
Should we drift apart
Or swim against the tide?
Just one simple choice to make
What is wrong and what is right?
Stories lie hidden in the sands of time
We look up to the sky for a single sign
Motionless on the ground as with a broken spine
Waiting for someone to stop our decline
We're all playing the same game
Just on different levels
We're all suffering the same hell
Just with different devils
Small gear within a big machine
Of sadness and sorrow
Fed with desperation and iron tubes to swallow
We don't know what we want
We don't know what we get
Two pills on the table
One is blue, one is red
We don't know what we want
We don't know what we get
Two pills on the table
One is blue, one is red
A death trip to infinity, or a journey back home?
Is this really happening or only in my head?
Free fall in slow motion, maybe we're already dead
Should we drift apart
Or swim against the tide?
Just one simple choice to make
What is wrong and what is right?
We're all playing the same game
Just on different levels
We're all suffering the same hell
Just with different devils
Small gear within a big machine
Of sadness and sorrow
Fed with desperation and iron tubes to swallow
Narcotics running through our veins
To keep us calm, to numb the pain
Unreal stories implanted to our minds
An artificial coma, false truth, real lies
Should we drift apart
Or swim against the tide?
Just one simple choice to make
What is wrong and what is right?
Stories lie hidden in the sands of time
We look up to the sky for a single sign
Motionless on the ground as with a broken spine
Waiting for someone to stop our decline
We're all playing the same game
Just on different levels
We're all suffering the same hell
Just with different devils
Small gear within a big machine
Of sadness and sorrow
Fed with desperation and iron tubes to swallow
We don't know what we want
We don't know what we get
Two pills on the table
One is blue, one is red
We don't know what we want
We don't know what we get
Two pills on the table
One is blue, one is red
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Posdziech, Dennis Diehl
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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