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