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 



BlacKoall - The new disease 

BlacKoall - The new disease 

BlacKoall - Your evil ways have found their way inside me 

BlacKoall - The new disease 

BlacKoall - The new disease 

BlacKoall - For a better life in this high tech dog eat dog existence