In this world of hate and shallowness Where enemies become your consolation And those of us who win the game give up their minds I don't call that winning
Say this doesn't apply to you But ask yourself first What have I won today to win the game And just what have I scarified
Win the battle or lose the war I know I've played this game before When people were still real I don't want this anymore It's time for me to close the door There's nothing left to feel
Reflect on all out yesterdays My own words choke me, why were they spoken Regret for things I've said and done just can't compare with Regret for that I have never tried
So blame this world or blame yourself It's really all the same When you are standing on that precipice From which you just cannot return
Win the battle or lose the war I know I've played this game before When people were still real I don't want this anymore It's time for me to close the door There's nothing left to feel
In the style of forgotten men I look to my horizon - I see nothing While thoughts of guns and desecration sweep through my mind But only coffins and bones remain
As I look to you, the emptiness behind your eyes seals my decision Can't carry on in a world of jugglers where all this thoughtlessness And bludgeoning your key to success What kind of tradition to carry on
Blackball - The new disease Blackball - The new disease Blackball - Your evil ways have found their way inside me Blackball - The new disease Blackball - The new disease Blackball - For a better life in this high tech dog eat dog existence
