The game is on, the clock has stopped,
inside there's storm, outside it's dark.
Outside it's silence all around,
in here it's cold as hell should be.
When no one lit the fire, under
the big bowl full of silly sinners.
So here we are, so here we go,
each one of us convinced, and so
convicted by the game still on.
Inside my head the outside world
can't hear you screaming, stop!
Return! Take seat and play again...
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