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