The Grand Master Game

The grand master game Your good heart Isn't good enough my friend Keep the good heart for yourself And play the game Cos life has become a game Of the survival The grand master game Now the good man dies young If he got to live Then he grow old in poverty Do you want to live this kind of life Says the grand master Here the good heart turn cold Start to learn how to live with out It soul Becomes part of the player And now his own life is at control Freedom is far from him cos He is now a pulpit His opinion depends on the game And he must be royal Else He we meet his maker faster than expected