LIFE IS WHAT LIFE WAS
AS LIFE WAS WHAT LIFE IS
A GAME
A GAME OF DEATH
A GAME OF LOSING
A BATTLE IN WHICH NOT FOR SUCCESS
A WAR FRONT ESTABLISHED
TO DETROY YOU MENTALLY
AS MENTALLY DESTROYS YOU PHYSICALLY
WHAT IS PLAYING GAMES
WHAT IS IT REALLY ABOUT
TO SUCCEED LEADING ALWAYS TO FAILURE JUST FOR THE CLOUGHT
ARE MAYBE JUST WANTING SO REST
FOR YOUR LONG DEMOLISHED QUEST
ARE MAYBE A SHEILD FROM THE RAIN
IN RETURN OF ONE KNOWING OF MY TRUE PAIN
BUT HOW COULD ONE KNOW
FOR THAT ONE IS NOT ME
FOR HOW LONG WERE IM COMING FROM
MY UNDERSTANDING WILL IT TAKE YOU TO SEE
BUUT WHY LISEN TO ONE SUCH AS ME
WHEN YOU CLAIM MY NAME
ARE FOR TODAY WHAT CHARACTER I CHOOSE TO BE
AM I REALLY THAT BAD OF A PERSON
FOR YOU NOT TO KNOW ME
WHEN I AM A LENT FALLEN FROM YOUR VERY CURTAIN
IT HURTS TO HEAR SOMETHING ABOUT ME SHINES SO BRIGHT
WHEN THE VERY ONES I LOVE
SEE MY HEART AS DARK AS AN UNMOONED NIGHT
SO LIFE IS NOT WHAT LIFE WAS
BUT LIFE WAS WHAT LIFE IS