DESCRIPTION:
You get up,
sick and sore,
not sure what day it is, or where you are.
Go out, cause thats what you do.
You figure, better go through the motions,
before they go through you.
The kids come out,
and the cops cant cope,
the streets are overflowing with petty promises and misplaced hope.
Youre scared,
so you flee
to the safety and the comfort of familiar company.
Everybody knows as soon as you walk in,
whats your game,
and how you win.
So you hide,
in this crowd.
Where everybodys drinking to themselves,
and thinking out loud.
Theyre cold and cruel,
crass and corrupt,
more arrogant than interesting,
and so full of themselves,
theyre spitting up.
They finish every sentence you begin.
You say its just a game,
they say you always win.
They all want to know,
hey, where you been.
You been right there,
but they dont care,
they just ask they dont listen.
Do you dream sometimes,
of going far away,
where no one knows your name.
Where people dont pretend,
disappoint, lie or betray,
and know each mistake youve made.
But that place dont exist,
except in wishes that youve made,
it's just a sad charade,
youre afraid to be afraid, to be afraid.
In this smoke and this filth,
you barely can breathe,
and youre wasting your breathe
coughing up reasons to leave,
til they run you out,
then you spin out and speed,
but all theses corners that youre cutting,
are starting to bleed.
And theyll bleed you 'til you're just bone and skin,
thats theit game,
and you cant win.
Well you aint ever won a goddamn thing.
Its a game, you cant win.
You may not lose, but you never win.
You never win.