Blackball:

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