Your sins of omission speak louder than the things that you say
The blood of the fallen washes over the fields that you play
Vacuous cultists repeat nonsensical points
Ignoring fountains of shit that flows from the face and annoints
Rattle toy sabres like the cowards I know you to be
You’d shit your depends at the first drop off blood that you see
Let the games begin
Let the coherence leave and sparkle grin
Let the games be played
while life is lost and help is forever delayed
You got yours so fuck everybody living
You’ll be dead soon so there is no point in giving
The suffering of those who come after
can be comforted by the echos of your laughter
The ends never had to be mean
but in a clenched fist there is no room for between
Let the games begin
Let the twilight of your convenience win
Your math was flawed
The clock runs out while your quarter is drawed
In your weakest state
You’ll depend on the used who decide your fate
Decubitus future is creeping
There’s no one to wipe you while your wounds are weeping
surfed on the waves of the great
the tide is withdrawn to expose you for the dead weight
are you game?
You will be game