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letra de playing god (the real meaning of life) - amity

verse 1:
you won’t know if you’re dead or alive
if you keep walking around with your head in the sky
if it weren’t for the fact that you’re ready to die
human beings as a species would never survive
they say a rock is heavy and a feather is light
but what if they’re both dropped from separate heights
would the rock land first and sever the ties?
or would the feather, no matter what the weather is like?
we could never decide – we should have left it aside
but now we’ve grown curious and begging to find/
the answer somewhere in the depths of the mind
but we prevent ourselves from seeing what the message implied
where will we hide? will we stand there and cry?
we dreamt over time – now we’ve let this define/
who we are, what we are, ’cause we kept it inside
but we have one more chance and i guess it’s tonight

hook:
we make the rules that we will abide
it’s just a casualty in being alive
express every thought then leave it behind
because this is the real meaning of life

verse 2:
we’re all k!llers – didn’t you know?
there’s a murderer inside everyone living alone
they hide and wait for the right time to k!ll on their own
to blame it on their body host – to prison we go
they laugh when we cry so we consistently mope
and they scream when we smile just to strip us of hope
you can ignore me if you think that this is a hoax
but when you least expect it, it’s gonna rip from your bones
life is a secret and we live it to figure the code
to unlock all the answers – it isn’t a joke
haven’t you ever felt like you’re in the same boat/
as me – wondering while you’re sitting at home
anything and everything has been written in stone
you just follow the script to loosen the grip on your throat
so when your time is up for this mission unknown
it’s just life making it clear you’re not fit for the throne

(hook)

verse 3:
what is the mind? if you don’t mind me wondering such
i don’t get the decisions people come to for luck
like the fact that some of us sleep clutching a gun
or what people will do for a couple of bucks
but they won’t go away, it’s like they’re stuck on your thumb
so we turn a blind eye and sweep it under the rug
like thunder with sun – it’s a hundred to one
that’s the chance of us changing this slum we’ve become
the world revolves around the money not sun
it’s something we laugh at that’s actually funny for once
but you don’t need me to tell you that’s some of the pun
you already knew life’s a joke – i’m just summing it up
in the end we’re all gonna die abruptly at some/
point of time – it hasn’t just been numbered for fun
so we delay it by giving blood for more months
but we’re just playing god when really none of us are

- amity

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