I am the artificer
The pathogen that is pulling at the strings
Your just the documenter
Taking shots of the scene
(Blood and bits of browned teeth)

This is the game
We crave
But hate the taste
Create the game
But then we don’t wanna play
And I'm becoming amebic
At the sound of your name
(Just look the other way)

I just pressed the red button
To stimulate a little hatred
Just a little bit of light and a precise manipulation
You are a predictable machine
And you keep on learning the same lesson
Never bite the hand that feeds
Never befriend your oppressor

This is the game
We crave
But hate the taste
Create the game
But then we don’t wanna play
And I'm becoming amebic
At the site of your face
Just look the other way

You’re a predictable machine
And you keep on learning the same lesson
Never steal a crumb from my kingdom
You will be made into an example

This is the game
That you chose to play
So look the other way