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Texty: Machinae Supremacy. Other. Player One.


A misfit to this space

no religion, no real place

I grow weary of these walls

so tired of it all



Dull gray and endless days

here where evil has no face

It is hidden from my eyes

unseen or in disguise



Welcome to a world

where you always get the girl

You may lose a fight or two

but you'll win if you get through



Face up and challenge all

you ever knew since you could crawl

Always looking somewhere else

when it's all inside yourself



I wanna play until I die

don't wanna lose my reasons why

I race towards the sky

in a world that never ends



I keep coming back for more

keep coming back until I score

always stronger than before

in a world that never ends



A misfit to this space

no religion no real place

I grow weary of these walls

so tired of it all



Face up and challenge all

you ever knew since you could crawl

Always looking somewhere else

when it's all inside yourself



I wanna play until I die

don't wanna lose my reasons why

I race towards the sky

now I feel like that again



I keep coming back for more

keep coming back until I score

always stronger than before

in a world that never ends



Tomorrow I will be here,

and I won't be the only one.

Our dreams will always adhere

to a world beyond this one



Tomorrow I will be here,

and I won't be the only one.

Our dreams will always adhere

to a world beyond this one