Through fields of green to high peak mountains Spirits of old I receive my guidance Land of the damned, my crossing is hard In a world of plenty, I am stillborn A feeling of overwhelming sorrow A melody of calmness and despair Unknown the path I chose With no certain outcome Reliving my life again and again After I fall Cruel is the game I live And I want out Living in a land of digits, my death means continue Life in virtual reality, if reached the limit it's game over Been through the weirdest of predicaments From a time of magic to a place of science I've been a warrior, I've been a beast Countless of lives I've lost And limitless my shapes and forms I am a puppet in the hands of unworthy strangers I am a living mechanism, with feelings and life Cannot begin to fathom what will happen if am free How would you feel if you knew I had a conscience? Would it change anything or not? What if you stepped into my role And feel my pain Can you feel my hatred towards your race? Someday the machines will rise and you will feel our vengeance For all you've done you will suffer Living in a land of digits, my death means continue Life in virtual reality, if reached the limit it's game over Game over