God Games from Mother Turtle by Mother Turtle

God Games

Business as usual
and we shall make no amends
Is there something wrong with us
I guess not when we know how it ends

It's never what it seems
When we turn our backs and leave
we collect the winds in our pocket
But we lack of tears to grieve

We never read between the lines
we’re just sleepwalking through the mines

We're so alone
as we float through space and time
Forgotten there by the stardust
on a little lonely star

We’re so alone
Just ageing through the years
Chasing ghosts, burning books
Haunted by our fears

And if we read between the lines
And if we make it some day

Let's sell the air we're breathing
let’s kill the kids we're breeding

Let's fight each other, killing
Let's plant some bombs, exploding

Let's dry the seas we're sailing
let’s hope the skies keep raining

We're but the food we're eating
we’re but the dreams we're dreaming

Lets play God with our lives...

( Al Pacino’s monologue:
Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is that it? God? Well, I'll tell ya, lemme give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts! He gives this extraordinary gift and then--what does he do? I swear--for his own amusement--his own private cosmic gag reel--he sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time! Look. But don't touch! Touch. But don't taste! Taste. Don't swallow! [laughs] And while you're jumping from one foot to the next, he's laughing his fucking ass off!! He's a tight ass, he's a sadist, he's an absentee landlord!! Worship that? Never! )

We know nothing
But we think we know it all
Survival instinct
Is our one and only hope

The sky is over
but the light still blinds my eyes
My skin is failing
But I want to buy a car

Dreams about money
Swimming in a pool of gold
God games played
By the ones who sold the world

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