As kids, we liked to play games.
Ring-around the rosy,
Red Rover.
We greed over victory,
Unable to admit to loss.
I guess when you grow up its the same.
We like to play games.
Make belief fame.
We forget about names.
Because now it's Hide-And-Go-Die
Words kill.
Because we count one to ten,
Pulling the trigger,
Hoping we'd fly.
As kids, we liked to play games.
And now those games,
have a little twist.
Blood down our wrists,
And lies on our lips.
Let's dip our dignity,
Into the poison of society.
We are playing Hide-And-Go-Die, right?
