You're taught your
Teachers never lie
And so contuse the children
At their feet
Busy running to and fro
So busy running no place to go
Seared to stop or ever slow
Wanting langing to know
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
They'll try to change your
Point of view
Control the colours
That change in you
Take your hand
And take the steps
Nothing happens as you expeet
You're getting answers
You can't accept a shing
When there's nothing left
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Here's your playaround
This is your life
Take it where you want to go
Feel the power in your bones
Feel the moving pieces rall
So here it is no second chance
Cannot outrun those
Chequered flage
Rise from your sinking blues
Your playaround you can choose
And so your teachers never lie
And confuse the children
At their feet
Trying hard to talk in rhyme
Counting seconds
And pass the time
Turn the page
And choose their lines
And never realise their crime
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Is it really me their after
Here's your playaround
This is your life
Take it where you want to go
Feel the power in your bones
Feel the moving pieces rall
So here it is no second chance
Cannot outrun those
Chequered flage
Rise from your sinking blues
Your playaround you can choose
