We Are His Plastic Game Peices

[harmony_faerie]

Because at this moment there are people crying,
and a young woman is dying cause she,
just didn't listen to herself,
as her babies crying,
and she can't find the phone.

Because at this moment there are innocent people drying,
and they got there reasons,
why they look so frightend,
as the sparkes in their eyes are,
just simply destruction of there beliefs,
and land lies.

(Chorus:)
But our lips are stil;l kissing,
and our hands hold things dearly,
and our hearts can hold them just the same,
and we write out our stories,
even if we're not all authors,
and god plays us like a game.

And at this moment,
theres a young girl singing,
at the top of her lungs,
not cause she has talent,
but for the father whos yelling,
and her arms don't want to hear it.

And another ones born,
as some others are passing,
away through the stages of lifes layers,
that so stroingly caved,
and they don't know whats comming,
as one is beginning and we are all ending.

(Chorus)

And we all just barely make it,
while the others they take it,
away from all deserving,
and away from all pleating,
for one dolar to live.

And its sad to see them walking,
to there cold cutting families,
and there are minute happy way,
through my starving society,
and they dress-up so preety,
for the casket that carries nothing.

(Chorus:)
But our lips are still kissing,
and our hands hold things dearly,
and our hearts can hold them just the same,
and we write out our stories,
even if we're not all authors,
and god plays us like a game.

- Harmony