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