Otherland

They rule the land, they're in command, they hold all strings in hand, they are invisible. Out of sight they've designed a secret place to play their games, a world they're in control, divine law, divine law. And be aware now, mind your steps, we are uninvited guests, they may find and catch us, don't forget. Do what I say, now connect and don't even ask until we're out of it, everything is at highest stake. Come and take a look, we are in, take a breath but don't forget it isn't real, it isn't true, an illusion nothing more. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion is your key to the otherland. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned and by now you understand. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion, you're welcome to the otherland. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned and by now you understand. We get closer, there's no better way, Lullaby Lane, fate is on its way. The inner district is the place you need to know, it's overwhelming so let's rest here for a while. Someone else appears silently, watch me when I fall down. Everything seems real suddenly, a perfect simulation. Come take a look, breathe it in, artificial wonderlands, we are wandering around, things shall vanish, they won't last. Now I know you understand that this world is not true, nothing is real, nothing at all, it's bits and pieces we walk through. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion is your key to the otherland. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned and by now you understand. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion, you've reached the promised land. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned, welcome to the otherland. Wait, I can feel things are not right, do not breathe, don't look behind, there's someone else the observer. A trick of light, a fading line, the entrance is gone and we can't get out of it, we are slightly losing ground. Quick, it is time, we shall go, we better leave and don't come back. No way to run, nowhere to hide, so I fear we are walking aimlessly. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion is your key to the otherland. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned and by now you understand. You're part of the game, you're slave to the grind, oblivion, you're welcome to the otherland. You're part of the game, you're cursed, you're damned, you've reached the promised land. You've crossed the line, You've reached the end. You've crossed the line, You've reached the end.