Blackball

In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
And those of us who win the game give up our minds
I don't call that winning

Say this doesn't apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed?

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 our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were they spoken?

Regret for the things I've said and done
Just can't compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried

So blame this world or blame yourself
It's really all the same
When you are standing on the 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 this world of jugglers

Where all this thoughtlessness
And bludgeonings 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

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