Spinning Yarns from the Darkness

come and play
a game of make-believe
with me tonight

what's that?
you can't be here
hey, that's all right...

i'm going to tell
you all the rules
and top it off with
"rules are for fools"

just the right amount
of bravado, of disdain
aided and abetted by the
deliciously faithless refrain

sing along with me
the miserable, the angry
the deluded yearning to be free

rule number one
take everything as it comes
rule number two
is the rule of the ones

one is the number
of answers you will take
one is the number
of people you're not allowed to break

so go on, go on
shoot those dreams, up into the sky
expect nobody to ask, how're you gettin' by
admit no pain, all guilt you must deny
hell, crashing to the ground
is the price of wanting to fly

and when we meet in the morning
we won't need any mirrors
each man to his own, he shall
decide losers and winners

when you've had your fill
of epiphanies and obituaries
come to the clearing in the wood
while the fallen head to the cemeteries

there we'll have a bonfire big and bright
no better place to put those stained
souls and clothes tattered in the fight
hey, you're ready again to head into the night
to turn yesterday's wrongs into some right

does anguish have a memory for names?
does time smother the cinders, or does it fan the flames?
does tomorrow's repentance equal yesterday's shame?
do you forget the grudges, or do you preserve the pain?
do you want to know what made you what you became?
come, let's play the game
hell, yeah...let's get back to the game.