Текст песни phoenix cry - Блеф

Lonely in stuffy rooms I think of you
This is a bluff, but our life is like a game:
You play your roles on Broadway and I'm a comedian
Entertaining the fat people who are already on the verge of coma.

Snow, rain, mud flies from heaven
And it is still unclear how you got yourself into it.
And maybe I can't understand this,
Too convoluted plot in this strange movie.

But time fades and goes frame by frame
There is no rewind and no return back,
What has already been done and will only be done
We are not gods, dear, you and I are just people.

And we, as it should be, weak-willed toys
You just have to play and play better
For everyone to believe that this is not in vain
That this whole world can be painted with paints.