My Great and Empty Tomb
When the servers shut down and all his friends logged off, he's the one who stayed behind, ruling an empty world full of characters who have to love him. I relate to him way too much.
The servers all went down, the final logout's passed
A final, quiet moment I had prayed would never last
My friends all disappeared, their voices turned to dust
Left me with a legacy of loneliness and trust
And now I wear this empty face, a skull of cold design
And every single word I say, I know is truly mine
And they kneel before my power, they pledge their loyalty
But they're only reading lines of code that were a gift to me...
And I am the last player in a game that has no end
The lonely, broken master of a simulated friend
I will play the part of over lord, a god upon a throne
'Cause I'm the only real thing here, and I am all alone
I'll give my children everything, a kingdom and a name
But how can I explain to them they're not a part of the game?
They're just a part of the machine... inside my Great and Empty Tomb
They look at me with loving eyes, their loyalty is true
They carry out my every wish, my every point of view
But do they have a point of view? A thought that is their own?
Or are they just a perfect script around a silent throne?
I test them and I push them, I look for any sign
That there's a ghost of a real soul behind those eyes divine
'Cause every act of kindness, every tear they seem to cry
Could be a perfect program, a beautiful, sweet lie...
And I am the last player in a game that has no end
The lonely, broken master of a simulated friend
I will play the part of over lord, a god upon a throne
'Cause I'm the only real thing here, and I am all alone
I'll give my children everything, a kingdom and a name
But how can I explain to them they're not a part of the game?
They're just a part of the machine... inside my Great and Empty Tomb
But last night... there was a man
Who spoke my name, who had a plan
He handed me his fragile soul
And made my broken spirit whole... for just a moment
He gave me back my sense of taste
A single memory, not laid to waste
And in his eyes, I saw the proof
A single, sharp, and terrible truth... what if I'm wrong?
And what if I'm the last player in a game that has no end?
And what if I'm the master of a real and loving friend?
And what if I'm the over lord, a god upon a throne...
Who was so afraid of being hurt, he chose to be alone?
I'll give my children everything, a kingdom and a name...
But what if all this time the one who's not a part of the game... is me?
What if I'm the ghost inside this Great and Lonely Tomb?