Testo Game Of Blame

Playing this cruel game
Pointing fingers, game of blame
Laying the fault on each other's feet
Then deem ourselves completely sweet

Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark
So dark
We move on with this painful path Painful path

We shuffle round this endless board
Each move we make, met with discord
We spin the wheel, we roll the dice
And always pay a painful price
We always pay

Playing with such delight
Each accusation, an endless fight
We never try to look within
To see the damage that it brings

Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark
So dark We move on with this painful path
Painful path

So we play this game of blame
Until we are lost, consumed by shame
Even though we know the cost
We can't stop until everything is lost

Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark
Our souls grow dark
Our eyes grow blind, our ears grow deaf

Our hearts grow cold, our souls grow dark
So dark
We move on with this painful path
Painful path

Laying the fault on each other's feet