The Game - To the Rats and Wolves

Just for the fame

It is always the same

Every one needs to play

This capitalistic game

The taste of money

And the smell of your wealth

Makes us sick and disbelieve

In this imperfect world

This is what we live for

This is what we die for

It’s all about the money

All about the fame

It’s all about the pleasure

And resisting the pain

Of being on the ground

And standing up again

With heads held high

Keep on walking through the rain

Sick of the hypocrites

Sick of the pain

Sick of the feeling there’s nothing to gain

Tired of all these words

That you spit out

Of all the criticism

That you shout out loud

This is what what we live for

This is what we die for

This is what what we live for

This is what we die for

It’s all about the money

All about the fame

It’s all about the pleasure

And resisting the pain

Of being on the ground

And standing up again

With heads held high

Keep on walking through the rain

Just for the fame

It is always the same

Every one needs to play

This capitalistic game

Just for the fame

It is always the same

Every one needs to play

This capitalistic game

This is what what we live for

This is what we die for

This is what what we live for

This is what we die for

It’s all about the money

All about the fame

It’s all about the pleasure

And resisting the pain

Of being on the ground

And standing up again

With heads held high

Keep on walking through the rain