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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 donīt call that winning
Say this doesnīt apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I won today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed
Win the battle or lose the war
I know Iīve played this game before
When people were still real
I donīt want this anymore
Itīs time for me to close the door
Thereīs nothing left to feel
Reflect on all out yesterdays
My own words choke me, why were they spoken
Regret for things Iīve said and done just canīt compare with
Regret for that I have never tried
So blame this world or blame yourself
Itīs 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 Iīve played this game before
When people were still real
I donīt want this anymore
Itīs time for me to close the door
Thereīs 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
Canīt carry on in a world of jugglers where all this thoughtlessness
And bludgeoning your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry on
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