What if all is just a juggle?
What if nothing's for real?
Do you really said
"That's all what you can get
There's nothing right after death"?
What if all is just product
Of hier being's technology?
What if all was made
And then underestimated
Body is suit for endless soul
We can't still remember
Nothing about this deal
Who we really are
And what we doing here
We doing here
Would be cool to know provider
Of that silly endless game
Finally see the truth
Who's running the zoo
Who's profit on it by the way
What if earth is just a prison?
Planet - penitentiary
What if hell is here
And all what you should fear
Is living in oblivion?
We can't still remember
Nothing about this deal
Who we really are
And what we doing here
Now just look around
And tell me what you found
You and me, aren't we
Locked in penitentiary
We can't still remember
Nothing about this deal
Who we really are
And what we doing here