Idioma Origen:
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 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 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
Idioma Destino:
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 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 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