Game Master Max

Max moves shadows with his hands. A joystick king in pixel lands. His voice a

hum, his mind a stream. The glowing screen, his lucid dream.

Max, Max, the game master. Press the button, make it faster.

Oh, beats rise to the base of shatter. Max,

Max, the game master. Pixels fall like shards of glass. A warriors roar

as levels pass. His laugh is static, sharp and low. A techno pulse

where gamers go. He shouts in tones that twist the air. A sound that

loops, it's everywhere. Max, Max, the game master.