Is this a game or is it real? (5x)

[Buck 65]

I know I'm being followed by invisible men

Life is good, but why am I so miserable then

I'm second guessing my every decision

But my hand is guided with heavy precision

I can't even trust my own eyes

But actually everything I do is done with pin point accuracy

At least once a week I come this close to dying

But nothing ever happens

Am I supposed to try and kill the heart of a man?

Or is every move I make just a part of the plan?

When should I expect the last radical invasion?

I refuse to believe my life's a mathematical equation

What can I do to pull the plug

Or burn the bridges?

What if I start doing drugs or turn religious?

Every involuntary swallow brings a pattern and a chance to wear

A halo like the rings of Saturn

What do my family and friends know that I don't?

The back of my mind to the back of my throat

In front of my face and under my nose

No wonder why nobody notices none of this

I am expert, indivisible, miserable, individual over my head still

Burning the tread mill

One step faster than the man with the master plan, baby

Is this a game or it is real? (5x)

[Sixtoo]

Each move is like a simile

Comparing what I see to what I remember

Which pretender are you?

By standing on that same corner I've seen passing me in the present. The dream

Bend these words to mean what they mean now

Somehow lost in five double-U's

I misuse the game and then I forfeit the check mate

Rook takes bishop, wait

I remember the next move

It goes something like:

My papier-mâché wings falling and I take flight

I fly into the lay ups at night, see my pieces already there

See the all workers disappear into clarity

Never compare me to myself, I know us well

Living in between imagination and the parallel

One thing leading to nothing at all

Another thing leading to itself

Is this a game or is it a real? (5X)