Blackball

(albüm: The Offspring - 1989)

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