They asked me what this world was made for…
They asked me who allowed this code…
They asked me where the exit was…
There is no exit.
This is my world.
[Act 1]
They ask me what kind of world this is
I answer: this is mine
He laughs — but I don’t cry
I’m God here by design
If I decide — I throw you out of life
Still breathing when you fall
You made me angry one last time
Now you won’t speak at all
Out of my world
Out of my frame