Lyrics

[Intro]
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Do you still trust in people?
To trust, you must know
Do you know people?

[The Masked Gospel]
The game’s not chaos — it’s sacred form
Designed like ritual, dressed in the norm
Choice is a myth with a mask on its face
Each step a thread in a pre-written lace

The system’s etched in the human code
In bloodlines bent and hearts corrode
The game’s not twisted — it is pure
A child of men, born from the lure

[Verse 2 – Observation Theory]
This ain’t just a game — but a call in a playground sand
To reveal the buried damned —the confessions of barren land

Not just for amusement, but also to deep dissect
Lift off the layers of lies calloused hearts protect
Where hidden confessions begin to rise
Like weeds from soil soaked in disguise

If there’s a line ‘tween good and evil that runs
And it cuts through every human heart
Then see who shuns the light,
And who becomes the gun

It’s not for thrill — it’s to confirm
The leaning axis of the soul’s long term
Morality’s a seesaw, world tilting slow
And we — the watchers — observe its flow

[Chorus]
Call to gather in the playground
Games of innocence – Death stalks the ground
Life’s demands for the rich – Shrieks and hollers
While childhood laughter – Swallowed in horror

Red light, green light
Life and death come, go, then stop
Round and round
Souls scatter about
Life and death spins round and round

Will I be?
Will you be?
But does it matter who will be?
Do thou know thee?
Do thou know me?

[Divine Mechanics]
Blood don’t spill by accident — it’s mapped in symmetry
Each death a digit in divine economy
Not cruelty — but calculus in motion
Preached as freedom, but void of volition

Rules made by self-proclaimed god-likes
High-born shadows beneath gold-lit spikes
Not to shed a drop of their own blood’s stain
They script the war but dodge the pain

No blood on their hands, just silk and decree
While low drown in debt for a taste of “free.”
Their laws are armour, their words are flame
They burn the world — but never take blame

[Crown of Ashes]
The victor? A name for the last man bleeding
But every winner’s a killer — by design, by feeding
Some use strength, others wit, others lies
But all crawl through corpses to reach the prize

A pit bull, breathing in a blood-thread cage
Awarded a jeweled bone crown the false gods stage
A chased salvation, poor man’s kingly lore
Promising answers to life’s aching core

But glitter hides guilt — and bone hides screams
The echoes of corpses stain royal dreams
The crown seeks shadow deep beneath castle eaves
Worn in hiding — from true high above

[Zombie March]
That crown? It fits this world too well
It graces kings that already fell
Wished by legions sleepwalking blind
Craving golden cradle, leaving soul behind

Zombies, deaf to the cries of ground
Marching in circles, never profound
The high table feeds while the low ones kneel
The system’s perfect. The chains are real

[The Fallen’s Choice]
So then…
Behold the choice — not rebel, but remain
The fallen angel walking through the middle plane
No gods above, no wings to claim
Just ash on breath and a mask with no name

Choose the mask — be the pillar, not the flame
Not to shatter the game… but to mirror its name
Not with hate, nor with mercy to feign
But with eyes wide open to this hell-born domain

The rules? Prewritten. The outcomes pre-framed
Long before a single player ever came
This isn’t vengeance, nor justice delayed
It’s a role accepted… in the order they made

[Chorus]
Call to gather in the playground
Games of innocence – Death stalks the ground
Life’s demands for the rich – Shrieks and hollers
While childhood laughter – Swallowed in horror

Red light, green light
Life and death come, go, then stop
Round and round
Souls scatter about
Life and death spins round and round

Will I be?
Will you be?
But does it matter who will be?
Do thou know thee?
Do thou know me?

[Outro]
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Do you, know you?

Where are you from? Where do you seek to be?
Why were you here? And, why again must you be?

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Do you, trust you?