This is a game we play
The world as we see is filled with day
Is it real though?
In the game of friend and foe
The true intentions show
This is a game we like
The world as we see is filled with night
It is false though?
In this game of life and death
The false hopes of those who believe
Is silenced within the sound of screams.
Those who scream will be in pain
Those who leave will be afraid
Those who died will be remembered
Those who live shall reap what they sow
In reality however, life will just keep going on.
