LYRICS GAME

The eighth day God after working so much

To release tensions, after already reviewing

He said everything is very good, it's time to rest

And he went for a stroll through outer space

Who would have imagined that God himself at his return

I was going to find everything in a hellish disorder

That he would become another unemployed man

Of the rate that is growing annually nonstop

Since then, there are those who have seen him

Alone in the streets walking

He's been patiently waiting for someone

With whom he could at least have a calm conversation

Meanwhile this world spins and spins without stop

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like pieces in chess

I'm not the kind of idiot that allows to be convinced

But I say the truth

And even a blind person can see it

If by lack of occupation

Or excessive loneliness

God couldn't resist anymore

And he'll go to another place

It would be our downfall

It wouldn't be another remedy

To worship Michael Jackson

Bill Clinton or Tarzan

It's more difficult to be a king without a crown

Than a more normal person

Poor God, who doesn't appear in magazines

That he's not a model, an artist or from a royal family

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins

Without being able to stop it

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like pieces in chess

I'm not the kind of idiot that allows to be convinced

But I say the truth

And even a blind person can see it

Meanwhile, this world spins and spins

Without being able to stop it

And down here, a few people manipulate us

Like pieces in chess

I'm not the kind of idiot that allows to be convinced

But I say the truth

And even a blind person can see it