| Lyrics: | Kicked and stabbed along the way,
planning for the hour.
Revenge a method, one of
many
to consummate the change.
Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems
except being lame.
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, its all a
game.
Moving forward, leaving something
requires the unsaid.
Be a man and let it
all go,
abandoning your pride.
Why, what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems
except being lame.
What, what could you ever lose?
Brutally wrong, its all a game. (x
2)
Now its here,
time to choose.
You decide
what youll become.
Why,
what could you ever gain?
Nothing it seems except being lame.
What, what could you ever
lose?
Brutally wrong, its all a game. (x 2) |
