The Game - Abstraction

We live in a world plunged in violence

Some people play a game obscured by dense smoke

Everyone of us is a pawn of their aims

And to survive I don`t have a good chance

Players are on line, waiting for start

Possessed by passion, dial out the cards

The chessmen onboard looking afraid

They really don`t know what to expect

It doesn`t matter which is the game

It doesn`t matter which is its name

We are losing it anyway

The winners are always the same

I don`t have the right to vote for my fate

But what can I do?

It`s already too late

I feel like a toy, a «hero» of fools

And people around me are nobody`s tools

I can`t take anymore, my power is gone

I`m feeling that I`m too tired to fight

And it is time for me to decide

I have to get out of the Game

My destiny I already rule with an iron hand

I reached the edge and found a door between the life and death

I feel no fear, I feel no pain.

This is my end

Flying into the light, the helpless days I`ll never forget

Now I`m out of the game.

Already I see

The angels of death flying with me.

Now I`m out of reach.

The closed door is behind me…