Simple Game - Seth Sentry

Yes sir.

You see in your minds eye, we are one, we’re all the same, and life is just a simple game.

And you miss those days when the kids all played with a fist full of dirt made ‘em rich all day now he sits in a grave and he grips on a fistful of change and he say it’s a simple game.

I thought life was a linear game with a singular aim just to get paid whatever it takes, slave for a generous wage and at the end of the day my little head’ll be raised.

Hi, my names withered and grey everything I ever made now is frittered away every friend I ever had came second in place to the cash, how much cash can I fit in this grave?

I regret viewing life as a contest it’s not just thousand dollar suits and watches. It’s not just “man I gotta do what the boss says”. Obnoxious? Yeah, but I got the hottest stock tips.

Got lost in what’s most important for my pockets and other assorted nonsense. My names forgotten conscience life is simple I developed the complex.

You see in your minds eye, we are one, we’re all the same, and life is just a simple game.

Yeah you miss those days when the kids all played with a fist full of dirt made ‘em rich all day now he sits on a grave and he grips on a fistful of change and he say it’s a simple game.

All we own, is worthless when, home sweet home, a furnace and, though we know we can’t keep our purchases we’ll see how much ash this urn fits.

Ya, from the poor to Dirt rich we all turn the same direction the earth twists I learned this late but it’s nothing I can’t fix hold my pride as I traverse this burnt bridge.

Fuck spending my whole life in a job that I don’t like to go buy shit that I don’t neeeed. It’s so easy to fall into the trap – I’m better than him I got more crap.

Even If you’re not sure what you’re on this rock for you’re worth more than the money in your sock draw. That’s enough talk, that’s the naked truth – my name is... YOU.

You see in your minds eye, we are one, we’re all the same, and life is just a simple game.

Yeah you miss those days when the kids all played with a fist full of dirt made em rich all day now he sits in a grave and he grips on a fistful of change and he say it’s a simple game.

You see in your minds eye, we are one, we’re all the same, and life is just a simple game.

This world aint turning on us, this world is turning with us – repeat x4