Game of Fools

You say the man and machine
Go hand in hand
Unravelling what's been awaited
For so many years

Muted tears of anger
Deeper sense of consciousness
Can't lie underneath the surface
Of the coded brain

A greater good, hands of God
Shooting for the stars, we
Create what will become our end

Blink of an eye and you are here
And everywhere
Serving those who made you
Being called the great advance

With your eighty teeth, eleven fingers
Touch of human race
You play the perfect game of fools
Learning more with every day

A greater good, hands of God
While shooting for the stars, we
Create what will become our end

Lies and truth
What's fake, what's real
All fade in a blur
Who to trust, who to believe and
Who'll be there to blame

Another tear, another war
Chaos of the modern times
Step by step towards the end
A greater good in hands of God
So you say so you believe
The end has always looked the same



Credits
Writer(s): Bartłomiej Jan Kosiński
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