Too damn blind to see what's in front of you All you ever asked for, it may come true But well... join the master's game Too damn frail to find a future too All you ever wanted, ahead of you Then again... you'd rather join the master's game The theatre's open Come on girl, welcome in and play Don't you see? It's a sad thing A marionette in the master's own game Too damn scared to cut them strings that pull They seem to last forever, and so I say: Look away... into your own reality So damn scared you've built a fortress too Will you solve the riddle? The maiden tale And tell... how long's a master game?