The Simulation Of Life (Part III)

Computer game simulation
Can it handle truth?
Human life in reservation
All worlds nations in abuse
Anger suppresses hunger
Live in pigwash in abyss
Danger makes you wait no longer
Only death will be dismiss
And the water stop reflect your face
Singularity of war
Humanity is torn in scorn.

Have you forgotten what your mother looks like
You forgot your face and hide in lie.

Spread your winds
Close all doors
Blacked all fears
Absorb pries.

Thrist for knowledge
Alien language
Accepted challenge.

Looking for truth
Inside your world
Slaves of news
Mind distorted.

"What is the life?
Wher is a god?
And what from it starts?"

Twisted minds corrupted by virtual insanity
Useless lifes of disapppointed humanity
Sinthesized from zero byted - they binary
Intellectualized by outer world's gods vapidity.

Homeless hearts of alien games debauchery
All the world registred infine life's properties
Here is no independent life of gloom prophesy
Only models of binary view dead glossary.

"Elder gods, you're real or only imagination?
Elder gods, you manage our world and these creations?
Elder gods, tell me the truth of situation
Our life is real or only your imagination?

We create our world in its own image of reputation
We create all games, created by you - it is rotation
We create new lifes or not? Bullshit!? This is salvation?
Tell me truth what is the real and what damnation?"

"Do you really wanna know?
Live your life as you were told!?
All these knowledge will erase your mind
Tale of life, in which believes mankind.

Well, listen I'll tell to you
We manage actions what you do
You're just character in our game
Only zeros and ones, all the same.

You are broken program's part
And you must to be restarted
Brainwashing machine just made mistake
There is bug or interface was break.

Take shotgun and stop your life
Fixing bugs and you must die
You'll restart your life with new clean mind
You'll forget all thinks, you'll left behind".

Computer game simulation
He can't handle truth
All their lifes in reservation
He again returned to youth
Living whole life with a hunger
Like a pigwash in abyss
All his knowledge forgot stronger
And the death was just like bliss
And the water will reflect your face
Singularity of war
The cycle was torn in scorn.