Blackball

In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
Those of us who win the game give up their minds
I don't call that winningSay 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 realI don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feelReflect 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 those that I have never triedSo blame this world or blame yourself
It's really all the same
When you are standing on that precipice
From which you just cannot returnWin the battle or lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still realI don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feelIn 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 remainAs I look to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Seals my decisionCan't carry on in a world of jugglers
Where all this thoughtlessness
And bludgeoning, your key to success
What kind of tradition to carryBlackball, the new disease
Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, your evil ways have found their way inside, inside meBlackball, the new disease
Blackball, the new disease
Blackball, for a better life in this high tech, dog eat dog existenceWin the battle or lose the war
I know I've played this game before
When people were still realI don't want this anymore
It's time for me to close the door
There's nothing left to feel