The game was sticks and stones.
Friends were hard to come by.
Between the abandoned city and the football field
treachery and failure worked like well payed lawyers.
The game was hit ´em hard
my only friend couldn´t help me stuck on his
mothers lap.
Players from the other team threatened me with death.
They were all like hyrogliphic birds beating
their heads together like drums.
Summoning their inner devils for an atrocity.
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