The Offspring - 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

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