You play your game
Ill play it back
We’ll stab each other
in the back
And as the blood
runs down our thighs
You will begin
to realise
that in this game
there is no winner
and every breath
we’r growing thinner
and in each breath
will breed dispise
in every lie
thats in your eyes
and on my toung
i hate the taste
ill spit you out
remove the waste
youll stand alone
blood mixed with tears
and in the dark
youll breath your fears.
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