Real

The games that we played
The life that we made
The truths that once, meant something
All thats become in the words that mixed muddled minds
Is the pultrid pungent stench of meaningless chiches
The beauty is lost the beast that was found
The turn of an unfriendly century
What now I have known, the raving moon she bows low
Is time that passes in the loudests of silence
Then we bow till we break we gamble and trade
For the life that we played
And the games that we made
For the travesty that once, meant something