Those Games

© 2013 Mark Cote

life in repetition
without definition
and the nothingness that they seek

it all looks so peculiar
sing your hallelujah
and a blind man walks the street

(chorus)  every summer it is raining
                  every fall is out of breath
                  and the games that we are playing
                  as winter shows the sun
                  and the games that we are playing
                  those games have now begun
                  those games have now begun

silent prophet working
while the world keeps on turning
thoughtful words seem to go unseen

drive intimidation
and covert hue persuasion
do you know what it is that I mean

(chorus)

lonely hearted fools
play by another's rules
what goes on inside their head

brainwashed breathing tools
who march another's rules
and may end up simply dead

(chorus)

tasty drink you're drinking
eating without thinking
as you slowly lose your mind

friends who really hate ya
in the sooner or the later
make you doubt what you might find

(chorus)