Awdjo kondiviż

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