THE GAME

[Demumood]

i was to to never hate the player/
but to hate the game/
the youth of today wont grow wise/
so i hold my head in shame/
the truth is joy only sitsin the company misery/
if u were to open your eyes/
and wave your hands in front of you/
you would clear up the smoke/
a mere illusion that feels so real/
hold your breath otherwise u might choke/
if you stick through the thick and thin/
you will see, that behind the cloud that cries/
is a big yellow smiling beam/
there is no need for gratification/
cos this is the end/
of the beggining/
now you must do it all over again/