Blood Sport

What if you're a spectator

But you're missing all the action

When was the last time you forgave someone

When was the last time you forfeigted a right for the sake of mercy

Have you compassion for an enemy

The sport of love is nothing like other games

It is a tomb that ensures life goes on

Other games are consuming our vitality

This field annihilates all dichotomy of life and death

Take your hands off the happiness stick

And find your joy inside an alternative matrix

The dream has food

The veil will be torn and you will wake up there

Rather than die outside on your couch