I'm tired of yelling
Inside my mind
The anger grows swelling
Making me blind

The stabbing pain in my lower heart
Is nothing compared to the uproar
I can't hit the target: with this dart
Cause it will cause more war

Nothing seems to work anymore
The scars I'm making is no more than scars
Something that closes the door
Building more bars

I choke on my blade
I play the game
The blade of everyday's fading shade
And I'm the winner of the game of blame