Name: The Game We Play
Duration: P00H09M38S
Description: "The Game We Play" is an improvised song that was created with the intent of being part of my now-cancelled album, titled "Where The Roses Grow." This song was created in less than 10 takes between each instrument, and was created entirely with two microphones.

The Game We Play

by Annihilus Mundi

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"The Game We Play" is an improvised song that was created with the intent of being part of my now-cancelled album, titled "Where The Roses Grow." This song was created in less than 10 takes between each instrument, and was created entirely with two microphones.

lyrics

I wish that I could walk away.
I wish the rage I feel could be swept under the rug.
I wish the sun would rise again.
I wish the anguish that I feel would fall into the void.

Leave me to rot.
Express your thoughts at my grave.
Tell me how you
Hated me all these years.

Ask for me in misery,
Drown for me in solitude,
Wish for me in vain, as you
Reap what you have sewn.

Leave me to rot.
Express your thoughts at my grave.
Tell me how you
Hated me all these years.

Tell me everything you kept inside.
Tell me everything you wish to leave behind.

I wish that I could walk away.
I wish the rage I feel could be swept under the rug.
I wish the sun would rise again.
I wish the anguish that I feel would fall into the void.

(Guitar Solo)

I could hate myself until the monsters sleep.
I could live my days until the sun grows cold.
I could wish for death each day and wait inside my grave
Until the fabric of reality breaks free.

What's the purpose of this game we play?
What's the reason you still hate me?
What have I done to earn your spite?
What can I do to make it right?

As time's arrow marches on,
Still we dance in circles,
Waiting for death to come.

If we make a change, it still can be made right.
But are we doomed to fail every time?
Do still the monsters sleep with us at night?