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 winning      Say 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 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 those 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      Blackball, the new disease   Blackball, the new disease   Blackball, your evil ways have found their way inside, inside me      Blackball, the new disease   Blackball, the new disease   Blackball, for a better life in this high tech, dog eat dog existence      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