Lyrics Hating the Player, Hating the Game - Matt Elliott
Just
look
At
where
we're
coming
from
And
where
we
seem
to
be
heading
toward
Those
lights
Well,
are
they
flames?
Or
are
they
lights
sent
to
guide
the
way?
No
way
of
knowing
until
we
get
to
them
But
when
we
then
arrive
Perhaps
we
will
burn
Or
perhaps
Bathe
in
light
One
thing
I
can
assure
Is
that
now
Today,
we're
blind
Lost,
cold
and
afraid
Growing
old
and
turning
gray
Hating
the
player
Growing
tired
of
the
whole
damn
game
They
say,
"When
you
finally
learn
to
live
Then,
it's
already
too
late"
So
never
get
so
far
So
far
so
no
good
No
trace
No
word
Grief
Joy
Lust
Pain
Tethered
to
this
somber
frame
Afraid
and
ashamed
Scared
of
the
players
Disturbed
by
the
whole
damn
game
There
are
a
million
songs
That
we
will
never
hear
Sights
that
Sights
that
we'll
never
see
Kisses
that
we'll
never
share
It's
do
or
don't
Or
die
Eat
Sleep
Pray
Take
our
place
amongst
the
graves
Like
good
little
slaves
No
longer
a
player
No
longer
a
game
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