The Games We Play

[Molko]

In the sitting silence,
I ponder,
And sometimes contemplating hurts too much,
But to over analyze the situation is not the problem,
You see, its the stupid games we play...

Can I swallow every contradiction,
Fallacy, pretenses and lies?
I often wonder what the cataclysm preposes,
Or maybe I should accept the fact,
That every beginning has an end,
And life is not a bed of roses

So, cut me straight,
Don't leave me crooked,
Like many of my bleeding wounds,
Because I'm tired of suffering in silence,
Lest we live by the games we play