The Offspring Follow

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 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

There's nothing left to feel

In the style of forgotten men
I look to my horizon and 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

(Black ball)
The new disease
(Black ball)
The new disease
(Black ball)
Your evil ways have found their way in silence of me
(Black ball)
The new disease
(Black ball)
The new disease
(Black ball)
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

In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become
Your consolation