Sebutones - Games lyrics

Is this a game or is it real? (5x) [Buck 65] I know I'm being followed by invisible men Life is good, but why am I so miserable then I'm second guessing my every decision But my hand is guided with heavy precision I can't even trust my own eyes But actually everything I do is done with pin point accuracy At least once a week I come this close to dying But nothing ever happens Am I supposed try and k** the heart of a man? Or is every move I make just a part of the plan? What should I expect the last mathematical invasion? I refuse to believe my life is a mathematical equation Can I do to pull the plug? Or burn the bridges? What if I start doing d** or turn religious? Every involuntary swallow brings a pattern and a chance to wear A halo like the rings of Saturn But do my family and friends know that I dome the back of my mind To the back of my throat? In front of my face and under my nose No wonder why nobody notices any of this I am expert, indivisible, miserable, individual over my head still Burning the tread mill One step faster than the man with the master plan, baby Is this a game or it is real? (5x) [Sixtoo] Each move is like a simile Compare to what I see to what I remember Which pretender are you? By standing on that same corner I've seen pa**ing me in the present. The dream Bend these words to mean what they mean now Somehow lost in five double-U's I misuse the game and then I forfeit the check mate Rotates bishop, wait I remember the next move It goes something like: My papier-mâché weighs falling and I take flight I fly into lay ups at night, see my piece is already there See all the workers disappear into clarity Never compare me to myself, I know us well Living in between imagination and the parallel One thing leading to nothing at all Another thing leading to itself Is this a game or is it a real? (5X)